What is it about little white fluffy pieces of paper that I am so drawn to? I know I’m not supposed to tear them apart, and yet I can’t help myself. Maybe it’s because I’ve been a little sad lately. My mom is sick with a terrible cough and sneezes. And you know how I react to her sneezes.
Dogs can’t catch bronchitis right? I don’t think we can, but I know that doesn’t excuse my behavior with the Kleenex. I like that she’s been home from work for a couple of days, but I know that is selfish of me because she is clearly so miserable.
So today I say a little prayer that my mom gets better soon.