I just heard the painter in my kitchen knock an entire shelf of coffee cups to the floor with a resounding cacophony of breaking glass. It’ll be interesting to find out what lived and what died of the cups I’ve featured on LiveJournal.
And considering the international news today, it doesn’t really matter a lot to me right now. Mostly I feel for the painter, who probably fears my wrath and has no idea that none is forthcoming.
The cups we can replace. The woman who died today, we can’t. it’s a sad day indeed.
As one who doesn’t normally watch world news, but did today, I understand exactly how you feel.
I hope the painter didn’t freak too badly
Wow… perspective makes all the difference, doesn’t it?
I’m betting a certain poisonous mug survived. Just a hunch.
You’d win that bet. Your hunch is good; the poison mug has survived to continue to try to kill me.
Did you ever consider that waiting for hell hath no fury wrath and not geting it is worse than the wrath itself?
As for the world affairs I will never understand how so much hatred can be generated by people who feel their actions are justified by their religious and political beliefs. The same goes for men who live in white houses.
I wish I could say I was shocked at her death, but I’m not (sadly). Man’s inhumanity to man knows no bounds. Today is a sad day.