few words
Dec 27, 2008
I can count the people who’ve seen me cry on half a hand. I joke that I’m emotionally stunted. And that’s the joke…that it’s not one. It’s something I’m working on. An ‘In Progress’ type thing. On Christmas Eve I sat runny nosed and shamefaced, for no real reason, as I opened the presents from the Girls.
Hemingway’s words (caption above) were engraved on this year’s pressie from Mal. Steph’s gift was a mint condition, leather bound, early edition novel by Mark Twain. You have to know me pretty well to come up with this combination. And you have to pretty much BE me to add Strawberry Shortcake (the doll, not the dessert) to the mix.
Sweet does not begin to describe it…