My daughter came up to me today and placed her hand over my chest and said, "Mommy, I think you need a doctor."
I asked her why she thought that.
She replied, "Your heart is broken. You need a doctor to make it all better."
If only she really knew why mommy's heart was broken.
As far as the doctor to make it all better....I'll take one that is wildly successful, with lots of spare time on his hands to devote solely to my happiness. Rich would be a great perk. Oh, and he has to be drop dead gorgeous.* Plus he must love me passionately and unconditionally. Yeah...that's that doctor I need right now.
*Preferably hung bigger than a cooked BallPark frank. That would be great, thanks.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
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