I remember being very sick as a little girl, and my father sitting on the bed next to me, rubbing my back. And I remember crying and saying, “It’s just not fair.”
“Kiddo,” he said. “Life isn’t fair.”
I really think someone should have fixed that by now.
Sweetie… care to elaborate?
Sweetie… care to elaborate?
Grrr… I screwed up!
me too, fish. me too.
I was always told, “Life isn’t fair, but you have to make it fair.” Sorry I haven’t been pulling my weight.
Jeez, Gopi, seriously. If you could get to work on that ASAP, I’d appreciate it.
i had the same conversation with my dad. and i agree with you. fix it, universe!
wow, i just love the way you write.
…every time.
you gots a way with words, girl.