My nana forwarded this email on to me today:
If I happened to show up on your door step crying,
Would you Care?
If I called you and asked you to pick me upbecause something Happened, Would you come?
If I needed a shoulder to cry on,
Would you give me Yours?Do you know what the relationship is between your two eyes? They blink together, they move together, they cry together, They see things together and they sleep together, BUT THEY NEVER SEE EACH OTHER…
that’s what friendship is.
Life is lonely without FRIENDS
I’m pretty sure if anyone short of a blood-soaked, drooling hobo came to my door, I would care. (Even then, I’d be concerned. I’d shut the door and call the cops, but I’d still care.)
I’m pretty sure I’d pick anyone I knew up if something happened, as long as they weren’t about to kill me.
I’m pretty sure I’d let anyone, again, short of a blood-soaked, drooling hobo, cry on my shoulder.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is, I must be a pretty great person. Or, if that email is true, that I am a friend to just about anybody short of a … well you get it. I better inser the tongue-in-cheek tag here in case someone decides to take this seriously.
We did our first family photoshoot today for Osenoa; it went well, I think! We’ll have a website up in the next little bit.
Also new, there is a mystery concerning my bedroom and how a thick ceramic wall hanging was broken in half, then carefully placed together again so that it looked like nothing ever happened. Pieces that had obviously broken off were nowhere in sight when I picked up the wall hanging that mysteriously split all the way down the middle on its own. “Remember the time he ate my goldfish? And you lied and said I never had any goldfish? Then why did I have the bowl, Bart? Why did I have the bowl??” I’m suspicious of my superintendents, since I find them walking in and out of the place sometimes. Wouldn’t be altogether shocking. I’m there barely enough to care, but I do enjoy a good spine-tingler now and then!