CTH,
Originally Posted By: ClingingToHope
And now I'm just really, really down. Damn, my house is made out of twigs. She huffs and puffs and blows my house down.
Sorry for the downer. It's good, though that you didn't call.
And perhaps the next time it rings your heart will beat through your chest a little less. And less each time.
Hang in there.

Hey, that's you in that video?

Peace,


Gardener

"My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own."
Cyrano deBergerac