The self-appointed president of the book club fell asleep on her couch later that night with a little dog named Paul. He pooped and peed on the floor while she slept. She should have gotten those puppy pads last week at PetCo (where the pets go). When the self-appointed president woke up this morning she was very sad for, tomorrow, three OU graduates who live across the way will be moving out and onto better places. Two just across town, and the other one (the book club member I mentioned before) far north across the Red River. But, the self-appointed book club president could not dwell on such things at that moment because she woke up an hour late and had to get ready for work. Once again Paul the little dog had pooped on the floor and she had to clean it up before she left for her commute up north. She decided when she left to leave the little guy out that morning. He doesn't realize that his crated fate will be determined by in his behavior this morning.
Currently the self-appointed book club president is sitting at her desk in Addison. She is reflecting on all of the wonderful memories that she has made over the past three years at the Gables with Green, Strueber, Smith, Hoge, Neal, Cox and Stutts. "Man, I am getting old," she thinks as she lets out a very long sigh. But, the self-appointed president knows that friends like these last forever, and that she is so very happy to be in this place in her life right now. Unlike Esther Greenwood all of her female peers are able to pursue their dreams with gusto and realize that the future, while uncertain, is not something to be afraid of but something to embrace. So Mary, when you go back to Oklahoma and you find your dream job, please remember, there are a whole lot of people back here in Dallas wishing you well and wishing, and hoping, that you will visit us at least once a month. You will be missed more than you will ever know.