I have that song Bullet with Butterfly Wings in my head and I’m choosing to believe that it’s because we have a new hamster and I’m singing that “rat in a cage” line over and over for his sake and not for any other reason that might be deeply buried. I’m putting it first on my playlist in hopes that hearing it over and over might shake it from my brain. Or my soul. Or wherever it’s coming from.

Anyhoo…

We had a good Christmas with lots of goodies and exclamations of, “This is the best Christmas EVER!” followed closely by, “Hey, did I get that really obscure thing that I mentioned I wanted one time and maybe didn’t write on my list or beg for every day for the last 3 months? No? YOU SUCK!” That part might be a teensy bit all in my head because these girls are very easy to please (or they bury their disappointment for the sake of good manners, who really knows?), but I can’t help but worry over whether we got them the things that they really, really wanted. I know we can’t get them everything, but I wanted to get them what they desperately had to have. Because, after all, that is the measure of a good parent. It is. I saw a commercial about it.

And now one of my secret destroyers wants breakfast. Adieu.

Oops, that damn subconscious keeps trying to get to the surface. Did I say secret destroyer? I meant to say precious little pumpkin face.

What the world needs now…is love, sweet love…it’s the only thing that there’s just too little of. The world is a vampire…sent to drain And that’s what happens when I try to get something nice in my brain. Or soul.

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