Thursday - Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about why I kept Patty in my life for so long, despite how different our temperaments, socio economics and core values are. It occurred to me last night that she was my Ferris Bueller and I was her Cameron. This realization has been tickling my brain ever since.

( Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.  )