I'm sitting on the phone talking to my best friend. I love her. Do you want to know what I love about her? She truly desires to have a heart like God's. Her heart breaks over her broken-ness. make sense? And she cares so much about the people that surround her and the spiritual location of their heart. She really wants to bring people closer to God's heart. She really is a beautiful person.
So I have this dog. You've heard about him. His name is Huckleberry. I'm really fed up with him right now. I came home the other night and found that he had gotten into my make-up bag and completely destroyed many essential make-up items.
I had a breakdown.
right there in the livingroom floor. Bawling. Thinking... I should sell him. Life would be easier. I could pay off some bills and I wouldn't have half-eaten make-up. I said this to my best friend and she said, "maybe you shouldn't have children."
She's right. Because the day the shit hits the fan is the day I have a breakdown in my living room floor and contemplate selling my children..... that shouldn't happen.
I think I'll just stick with Huck for now.
I started hair school this past week. I absolutely looooooooove it. I have no idea why I didn't do this sooner. I love it. love it.
Alright-- it's extremely late for me. 1:00 AM is late when you're use to 10:00.
G'night world.
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