Tuesday, May 16, 2006

I'm NOT tickled!

I'm absolutely horrified. I never dreamed it would happen to ME! I used to give my mom the hardest time when ever I would visit and I found dust on hers. "How can you stand this, mom? This is horrible." I wondered how she could ever let it get this way, it was a crying shame. I just sat down to use mine... it was dusty, gritty, even, under my fingertips. It actually almost made my cry because it's a testament to the turbulence of my life right now and it made me sad. I bet my mom can guess what I am talking about without clicking here to see the picture.

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In other news, I thought this was kind of funny, in a sick sort of way.

2 comments:

Princess said...

Sad day for that monkey!

Play them keys, Cindee!

Juliabohemian said...

you could get a cat and they could sleep on the piano, which would keep the dust off of it.

Doesn't it close? My parent's one closes.