How else to explain my obsessed-almost-to-tears interest in little Balloon Boy? If I'm in a tizzy over a hoax, I swear I'm gonna ... well ... be angry and then take a nap. It would be so much better if Balloon Boy (Falcon) is alive and has nothing more serious than a fascinating story to tell.
THIS JUST IN! 6-year-old Falcon was never even on the balloon. Which means 1) he's safe and 2) I'm a sap.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
You mean your hoax meter didn't kick in? What I don't get, is why the networks are giving these fruitcakes their >15 minutes of fame.
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