A Week (Weak) Summary in 6 Words

Why aren't six word stories more of a thing? Some of us don't like to prattle on and on. We need six words to sum up and get the point across. For example:

Regarding a miserable shopping attempt in midtown Manhattan today:

Hot trash
Sweaty tourists
Blowing everywhere. 

Regarding my health and some blood  tests that showed possible autoimmune disease:

Blood work explains
Nothing and everything

Regarding the fact that we STILL don't know if Brian will have the girls for a month this summer (which I hope they don't):

Biological dad still can't pay expenses. 

Regarding Lucy:

Teething busybody, please start walking already. 

You know, I guess it takes more than six words since I had to overexplain afterall. Fine. 

A memory that keeps popping in my head:

Sometime last year, in Vancouver. I'm talking to my dad about Elder Cristofferson's Mormon message about the currant bush that gets cut into a stub. I lamely lament that I've been cut into a stub, since at the time, I was sure I had reached the absolute lowest point in my life. Jacob chimes in and said he heard a recording of that talk from the original author of the story, Hugh B Brown. His impression of the speaker, complete with hand motions, is so accurate and funny. I laugh until I cry (a special talent Jacob has). I still can't think of that story without my brother's voice in my head. 

And how silly I was to think that my life couldn't get any lower!!

How about some pictures to end in a better note?


 
   

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Larri-Lea said…
Someday your life, as a memoir, will bring you loads of cash as a bestseller! In the meantime, thank you for sharing your joys and sorrows and know that we are behind you all the way. We love you so much.
June 11, 2017 at 8:04 PM
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