This morning I was picking up in the house and I thought . . why is that bottle of Squirt on the fireplace?
Then I remembered that sweet little Addie hauled that bottle around with her everywhere she went and that’s where she left it. You know what happened next . . grab the Kleenex . . tell myself I’ll see them in a couple of months . . go find something fun to do.
At lunch, I tried to tell Vince about it and yes, I cried again.
Early in the afternoon I was talking to Nicole on the phone and tried telling her and yes, I cried again.
The bottle of Squirt is now in the trash but . . as you might guess . . writing this blog post brought more tears. Tomorrow there will be fewer tears and then less the day after and soon, I’ll make it through a whole day without being a cry baby! Today is not that day!
And speaking of sad, sad situations . . if you enlarge the picture, you may notice a grasshopper on the fireplace screen. They’ve moved inside . . I killed four in the house today already.