sivadelfuego

My ex boyfriend accidentally broke my vw bus cookie jar. I never used it...never put anything in it. It just brought me such joy to look at it. We swept up all the pieces and put them in a box. He told me that he would fix it. Course he never did. THe last time my father was here he found the pieces. When I came home last week I found the crackly, pieced together looking, cookie jar atop my fridge. It's kinda goofy lookin now...but what joy it gives me to know how hard my father worked to put it back together. He knew how much I loved it and in a way it was sorta representational of my piecing back together what I lost of myself for sooo long after the relationship ended.

That was a really long answer. WHoops.

The only thing I would really be worried about is when the other 6 are going to jump for it.

... I Fling Poo!! not tea cups.