Uncle Mike with plate.
I was a hateful mess after 8.5 hours in the car yesterday with my family. I was vicious and mean when my cherished vintage Santa cookie plate broke during the unpacking of the crammed car in the cold dark night. But as I've heard many times,
Do the next right thing. I know what I can do. I can take the high road--be kind, and take better care of myself. I can breathe deep, meditate, be patient, honor the Golden Rule.
But I really did cherish that cheerful plate and even though H. will glue the pieces back together, it will never be the same.
Signed, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas
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