(Courtesy of Too Much Coffee Man.)
I remember one day as a child, We'd picked my grandfather up at the airport, and I was cuddled up between Dad and my sister in the front seat...Mom and Grandpa (her dad), talked non-stop in the front seat, catching up on all the family news.
Grandpa said, "Oh, So-and-so died, by the way."
"Oh," said my mom, "She had such a hard life!"
Warm and half asleep, at 8 years old, I made a vow right then and there -- no one would ever be full of such awful pity for me!
It's mostly in the moments, and how you live them.
Have a great day tomorrow,
Lori
4 comments:
TMCM is teh shizznit.
Phucking classic.
Java rules!
~m
This reminds me of the question, why do I/we exist? (Thanks for not pointing me to religious literature.)
Then the answer comes, "to blog". :P
"Why do I exist?" Exactly! I'm sure the difference is in 'doing work' and 'working' -- spending your days doing something that is meaningful to you vs. doing something that is meaningful to your employer. If it can be both, you're flying!
:-)
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