I want to go sit at the lagoon, or in my fuzzy world, but I don't want to pollute them with stupidity and tears. Not that I want to pollute here, either. But here I can ask for hugs...and maybe a kleenex (because my sweatshirt sleeve is getting damp).

Sometimes I feel like the Morton's Salt girl, only not as cute. And without an umbrella. When it rains, it pours (for those of you unfamiliar with the Morton's Salt girl). Next time you see me skipping along happily because life is actually going good, stick a foot out and trip me please, just to remind me that it can still jump out at me and pour all over me....especially if I don't have an umbrella.