It's okay Mr Fab. I wrote that last year at this time when my mom was diagnosed with cancer. I miss her very much. Life goes on though. As my aunt said last year, "We're Lithuanian peasant, Yankees, we don't get sick and we don't die." I'm also a Scot, I don't give up!
My life has taken a turn for the better in so many ways my mom would be really happy. I take comfort in that.
Little Miss Pixie, The last cat I had would sooner scratch my eyes out than lick my tears! I hope this doesn't mean you cry often in the night, little miss. oxo Josie
Hey fellow bloggers.
It started out a little something like this. With the notion that I had something to get out. If we all just wrote a little something every day, perhaps our houses wouldn't have to be made of straw.
We all have incredible stories to tell.
Epics unbelievable to anyone but ourselves.
4 comments:
Aww, Jo, sending *hugs*.
Thanks Heather. I'm better now.
You should get a cat, Jozee. They lick your tears dry when you cry in the night...
It's okay Mr Fab. I wrote that last year at this time when my mom was diagnosed with cancer. I miss her very much.
Life goes on though.
As my aunt said last year,
"We're Lithuanian peasant, Yankees, we don't get sick and we don't die."
I'm also a Scot, I don't give up!
My life has taken a turn for the better in so many ways my mom would be really happy. I take comfort in that.
Little Miss Pixie, The last cat I had would sooner scratch my eyes out than lick my tears!
I hope this doesn't mean you cry often in the night, little miss.
oxo Josie
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