Back on the air!
I took a break from blogging and have emerged as Mrs. Heather Seymour! Mark and I are back from Belize with plenty of stories to share, so please check back for pictures and more! Do you want to hear about lost keys, snorkeling with sharks, and an articulate fellow named Prince Charles Paris? If so, I'll talk to you soon...
To the bobby pins on my floor
Dear bobby pins,
You hide under my journal and books. I can only see a fraction of you when you hide like that. It's not my fault that your spindly ends look like spider legs. And you expect me to react calmly? My heart skips a beat until my brain can realize that you are inanimate. Please don't take it personally but this hiding game has got to stop. I can't handle any more stress. It's not you, it's me. Please stop congregating on the floor. The rest of your friends live in the silver box in the bathroom. Please direct yourselves accordingly.
Love,
Heather
You hide under my journal and books. I can only see a fraction of you when you hide like that. It's not my fault that your spindly ends look like spider legs. And you expect me to react calmly? My heart skips a beat until my brain can realize that you are inanimate. Please don't take it personally but this hiding game has got to stop. I can't handle any more stress. It's not you, it's me. Please stop congregating on the floor. The rest of your friends live in the silver box in the bathroom. Please direct yourselves accordingly.
Love,
Heather
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