Sometimes I feel as if I, myself, were trapped in the Kitchen of life....held back by my own card board boxes (flimsy at best....but indestructible for me). And the Higher power I talk to so often .....is just checking his facebook.
10.10.2010
Poor Esme....Poor Gwen
Today Esme (my Doxie) is trapped in the kitchen. This has been accomplished by propping a card board box at each entrance. She is not pleased. I feel slightly guilty since I really should let her out and pay attention to her. Instead, however, I am writing this blog.
Sometimes I feel as if I, myself, were trapped in the Kitchen of life....held back by my own card board boxes (flimsy at best....but indestructible for me). And the Higher power I talk to so often .....is just checking his facebook.
Sometimes I feel as if I, myself, were trapped in the Kitchen of life....held back by my own card board boxes (flimsy at best....but indestructible for me). And the Higher power I talk to so often .....is just checking his facebook.
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