Friday, January 30, 2015

Damm you.

Damm you Trade Secret.

Here I was, minding my own business, coming in to find myself a little black bag for my work party tonight.

I walk in and BAMM.

I get hit with newborn baby onesies and tiny pink socks.

 Everywhere I look. KAPOW. PUNCH. SLAP.

All I could hear was my heart beating, I grabbed the first bag I saw and got out.

And then I sat in the car and shed a tear.  or two.  actually it was probably more like ten.

But that's OKAY.









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