a small space to call our own. our puppy. bare feet. plants in the window & something tasty to eat.
i want lots of light & little children everywhere.
last night i was a freak mess. everyone is having babies while my body is anti-making babies which makes me cry and cry watching Rango.
"niiiiick, the froggy died (insert sobbing here) why did the george lopez frog die?"
"he's destroying the whole town." (sob)
"nick, is rango going to be okay? i don't want him to die. (more sobbing) is the snake going to eat him?"
"where is all the water? they're all going to die. (soft cry)
apparently i have a problem with fictional characters dying. maybe that's why i never accepted bambi as a real disney movie & perhaps explains why i never got over the fact that i killed a cat when i was a kid. (don't ask.)(alliteration?)
but life is beautiful & we move on, with dreams of spaghetti-o's & hope for the future.
here's to a better today, every day.
"You decide every moment of every day who you are and what you believe in. You get a second chance, every second."