This is what an eleven-year-old's broken heart looks like:
She was running home so as not to be late for dinner. And then she fell. On the bright side, it still works perfectly . . .
This is what a happily married, thirty-six-year-old woman's broken heart looks like:
Dumb, dumb dog has had it in for that one spot on the rug since we got her. This morning as I slept late and the children blissfully watched cartoons she seized her opportunity. On the bright side, misery loves company . . . Sis and I are two sorry, sad souls today.
2.20.2010
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Poor Syd... I bet she was devastated... And poor you, too - that really sucks... Is it in a spot that can be hidden? :-( Give each other big hugs for me... :-)
ReplyDeleteI love that you summed it up so well.
ReplyDeleteAmy, I am having to "privitize" my blog after some sick-o posted on a blog post about Katie (it still gives me the willies).
Please send me you email address and I will add you.
jmkarnold@cox.net
Marla