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NOT found yesterday.
Yesterday was one of those days. One of those tiring, messy, hot, aching, emotional, hormonal days where at the end you fall onto your bed and are out before you can manage to turn off a light (that would be at 7PM for me last night).

Today I am determined to have a better one. Except I can't remember what I was going to blog about so I am going to have to wing it once again.

One of the things that happened yesterday is that my floor mirror, that I have been 'making' for the last 4 months broke. It's my own darn fault and I could shoot myself for the waste of it.

See, what happened is I finally found some wood to put on the back of the thing and frame it, so after the kids went to bed I immediately took the opportunity to liquid nail the mirror onto the wood.

I set the mirror face down on the floor and then stood up to grab the screw driver.

That's when I lost my balance.

My foot instinctively shot out to catch myself... and I stepped on the mirror.


That was it, no more mirror.

I sadly set the mirror back against the wall (with help) and went and crashed on my bed. The last straw on a long, tiring day... it was safer to stick to my bed.

About an hour later I woke to find Ralexwin home and sitting next to me stroking my hair. That's what I love about him, he's so gentle and wonderful and there for me when I need him even if no words are spoken.

September will mark our 10th anniversary. I'm very excited and surprised by the passing of so much time. One full decade with the man I love!

To commemorate our wonderful time together I'll be doing a serious of 10 posts regarding our romance (I'm sure he'll hate me for this).

These posts will be in stark contrast to my 'Monthly Theme' topic which is 'Domestic Violence.' Starting tomorrow and throughout all of September I'm going to be talking about this very important subject.

I hope you all will take the time to read the posts I have lined up, each and everyone one of them will be from someone who has personally dealt with domestic violence and has graciously agreed to share such a personal, emotion and difficult part of who they are.

Now... my belly is calling to me and my teeth are starting to itch, I think I'd better go make myself presentable for my 'better than yesterday' day.

As always, thanks for reading my randomness.



Myya said…
Happy almost 10th!!!

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