Good end to a bad day

I sat on my friend's toilet tonight and cried and cried while she gave her son a bath. Tears rolled down and I could not stop them, didn't even try. I cried because the world can be a scary place, and sometimes your best friend might move to California and not be there for you to cry on her toilet while she gives her son a bath. All I can say is this: I really, really hope Heaven is a place where you never have to say goodbye to the people you love. Also that there are no mean dogs and no women with perfect thighs in Heaven. That would just ruin it for me.

After my good cry, I felt a little better and we drove home to find that the chicken who had gone A.W.O.L. this afternoon had returned to the garage. I fed sweet potatoes to Marley and snipped the dreadlocks that had formed behind the dog's ears because it's been so long since I've brushed him. Little Eric said a prayer and thanked Heavenly Father that the chicken could come home. I ate a pop tart. And now everyone's asleep and it's just me, the dog and Treasure Island waiting for me on my nightstand. And that was my day.