I opened my car door, eager to enter Deseret Industries, and partake of all that awaited me there. This is what met my gaze, and stopped me in the middle of my thoughts concerning old lady dresses, and skinny suspenders.
I turned in horror, trying to find the former peace of mind I had been enjoying, when I saw the final piece placed under the wheel of the car parked ahead of us.
I was shocked, horrified, and was forced to mourn for this poor, little, smiling, decapitated boy in his disassemblation and soiled liederhaussen.
3 comments:
Hahaha, oh Karlie Jean. :) That's sad, but so funny. I've enjoyed your last few blog posts. :)
Oh, sigh... so much is said and felt at the loss of this little fellow. Broken and left behind. Perhaps it was fate that you found him. To realize your life is in deed whole. Wishing you happiness, Katherine
P.S. did you gather his pieces and put him back together?
Sadly, I was so excited to go inside and do my second hand shopping that I did not pick up the pieces and keep them.
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