I'd rather be crying over paper cuts than not writing at all.
Friday, September 16, 2011
A couple of weeks ago, I couldn't find my cell phone. (As a rule, I lose it more than I use it). I spent about twenty minutes searching high and low for the darn thing. I couldn't see it anywhere. You know why? I was talking on it to my sister-in-law. When I woke up to the fact, I'm sure my facial expression was very similar to that of the clay worm pictured above who lives in my flower pot.