The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.
That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.
-Stephen King, The Body
I’ll be back tomorrow with more pointless drivel. Today, there are too many things I can’t talk about here anymore that I can’t seem to escape. Even in writing. I don’t mean to be deliberately cryptic, it’s just not my story.
Let me distract you! Look! A cute baby picture!
Further proof that she is Her Mother’s Daughter (kind of, but not entirely like His Master’s Voice. Remember that ad?).
This is designed to make you feel old. This was almost 4! years! ago!
Alex showing his displeasure at having his hair washed. Because I am a huge jerk who wants my children to be clean.
Love to you all. Thanks for being there.
(God, am I REALLY talking about feelings and love? BLECH)
P.P.S. Tell me something cool. No, really, I want to hear about your stuff-n-things.