Me, Buying A Box Of Strawberries: I Hope I Can Eat All These Before They Go Bad, There Are So Many

Well, you know what they say

I am preparing for battle (going to the post office to kindly and politely ask where my missing package is)

I am violently and relentlessly kind.

Get crazy with the cheese whiz!

One gone, one dead, one cruel. Where does that leave me?

strawbebbie

Have I ever told you how much I love used book stores? I bought two works today; a history of the Siberian Husky, and an old hymnal for my mother.

How many lives have you lived before this? Did you sit on a dusty shelf, or rather a worn pew. How many hands have touched you? How many lives have you touched? Were you held, or did you hold? Perhaps both.

What led you here? Were you loved? Cherished by a grandmother, whom the earth has reclaimed. Or were you cast aside, clutter to be dealt with. Perhaps both.

You are with me know. Loved and safe in my home. My mother will love you, as I do. I hope your time with us is good. I hope you enjoy it. And one day, I hope you are returned to another used book store. I hope your journey continues. Keep touching lives.

$6 is nothing, but you are everything.

The Tuesday despair is upon me

I’ve found myself on many planes recently, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that some of y’all really need to clean out your pools. Them things lookin’ greener than a tree frog on Saint Patrick’s Day, goddog!