Actual conversation with my neighbor.
Box artistically distressed by Toby.
I used to have to count exclusively on these guys to work as my tears. Today I found a new way. Since I was by myself, I decided to sing along with Happy Together on the radio and burst into terrible wracking sobs. Either my horrible singing hurts even my own ears, or my body is coming up with creative ways to cope with not being able to cry. Either way, got to skip using eye drops this afternoon.
Just don’t cry on me. I hate damp fur.
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The Adventures of Bitey Dog 
HUGSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
LOVEEEEEEEE THE SOCKIES. I WEAR THAT KIND … BUT NOT AS POSH AS YOURS !! BUT NOT PINK … GRINSSS
WHAR OT PEELING ONIONS ??
HUGSSSS LADY
Treat yourself to some posh socks!
Peeling onions hurts, but I don’t produce many tears from it. One of the few things that helps is yawning. People around me must think I’m really bored, but I’m just trying to keep my eyes comfy. ❤️❤️
Good thing they weren’t playing a sad song. Toby might have drowned. Whenever I need a good cry ( which happens never) I just pull out my old tax returns and page through them until I’m bawling.
Tax returns! I should have thought of that. It would have saved me a bunch on eye drops.
Sell some socks, pay the Uncle.
Aw, ( 😦 )it’s amazing what people will say. I always want to believe they mean well.
Aw, ( 😦 ) on your tears. Glad the cry helped. If I want a good cry I have go-to songs, books, movies that get me bawling in no time. 🙂
As for Toby… his artistically distressed box should be mounted on canvas, framed, and hung on a wall. 😉
And I understand about not wanting damp fur. 😉 😛
(((HUGS)))
I know my neighbor was being encouraging saying that I looked better than I had been. It just struck me as funny how the sentence came out.
Hmm, maybe Toby is the next Warhol?
I suppose it’s better than saying, “Hey, didn’t you sleep last night?”
👍. I guess so! 😝
Songs can transport us back in times and make us remember all we have lost.
I have a feeling that there was more to that song and my reaction than I realized at the time. Hindsight, eh?