Hours go by and I was sitting on the sofa chatting with Mademoiselle Kitty, when I get a text message in response to my request for help: "I am sure whatever you decide will be best. good luck"
That burning sting of tears formed in the back of my eye sockets and Mademoiselle Kitty cooed, "Oh Moxie, it's like he kicked you in the feelings. I'm sure he didn't mean it though."
The burning sting was replaced with a tickle in my throat and I erupted with laughter. Pure genius: kicked in the feelings?!?!?!?!?!?!
I guess there is always laughter in loss.

A white version of Moxie sitting alone in life's sandbox with nobody to play with.
2 comments:
ooooooo that's cold.
You can always call me. I hope you know that.
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