However, sometimes, when things are awful, the good things stand out like beacons in the dark.
|You want to kiss this face. Admit it.|
Another beacon? Perserverence. When I checked on the price of equal lawnmowers, I got ticked. So ticked that I downloaded the troubleshooting PDF for my lawnmower, tinkered, changed a blade, cleaned it out, and it worked. My lawnmower roared to life like she was supposed to. And she cut grass like a sword-wielding Samurai.
More beacons. Monkey brought me a Reese's Cup and brought the trash cans in from the curb. Without being asked. Sweet texts, reminding me that I am loved even when I am stabby over Comcast. A forged metal butterfly from the amazing Jodie Bliss, pure happiness as art. An unexpected letter in the mail. Yummy brisket sammich with my monkey, the part-time vegetarian.
Lest you think I am done with wallowing, let me leave you with this...
Don't ever ask me to make you toast. Bad things happen. Really really bad things, y'all.
Peace and love and pugs and lawnmowers. XOXO