i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
excerpt

So, there we were, arguing - no DEBATING - over who has been irritable, how and why, when i threw my bra at the door . . .

and it sailed gracefully in an arc to hook over the doorknob and hang where i usually leave it!

This ended the discussing of anything and prompted the sniffly laughing fit and hugging.

See there are still bad days in paradise, but they compare well to a bad day in hell.

A bad day in hell is getting stuck behind the guy with no tail lights in the bumper-to-bumper traffic or getting the spoiled egg salad sandwich from the machine instead of a stale tuna salad sandwich . . . there's not too much difference ~ just a few more shades of gray.

my love awaits me in yonder paradisiacal portal (that's a doorway `round here!).
i must go now,
love to all!
mis

"Round Here" ~ Counting Crows
"And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right."


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confessed on Tuesday, Jan. 08, 2002