I rammed the back of my ankle into a shelf, twice. I broke off the end of my lipstick while trying to apply it to my lips. I trip over my own shoes. I bled on my clean sheets and pants. I keep dropping things. My computer keeps crashing. I made the DVD player in the hotel room freeze just when we finally started to relax and watch a movie. I ripped half of my right index finger nail off trying to remove the plastic from a new DVD.
Now not only is my body broken, but I’m breaking everything else around me too. And everything else is doing its best to break me some more, in new creative ways. I give up, they win, and I need a hug from a friend now.
You got it! You’re the best! I hope you feel better!
Consider it done! You have a new pair of friendly arms to wrap around you whenever you need them. I hope all is well.
*huggle* Heather, we love you. Don’t give up!
Here’s an email hug for (Heather) from your Dad. Now, rub my ear, make a wish and go to sleep. Love, Dad
An upbringing by a stern, cold father has left me uncomfortable with any physical contact with others or any outward showing of sympathy or emotion, so no hugs, but I still wish you well.
Another hug on the way Heather. Just sit quietly and relax. Keep cool. Dorothy.
Ah ha! Another hug from a new friend. I’m sure it’s not quite like the hug you would enjoy from driving a Ferrari to the redline but it’s special in its own way! 😉