Do you ever think about what you would rescue if you woke up in the middle of the night and the house was on fire?
It's morbid, I know, but I think about it sometimes.
Hmmm.... what would I save?
[This assumes The Mayor, The Rooster and K are all completely safe already, of course.]
Would it be a quilt that my Granny made?
A vanity cabinet that my grandfather built?
My Preppy Handbook diary from High School?
[Ugh! No! Come to think of it, I should burn that diary this afternoon!]
Just one thing?
There are too many things attached to too many memories.
I try remember that it's all "just stuff" but it is hard.
Maybe I should ask my brain to go easy on me and, when it wakes me in the middle of the night, ask me something simple like,
"What wouldn't you put in your YMCA locker (which you NEVER lock) because you would be totally bummed to lose it?"
[Oh, the frivilous questions that are easily answered!!]
The Frye boots that I have always been too
cheap practical to buy... but found (brand new with the tags still on!!) at a local consignment store for $30...
For some reason, both make me feel like I'm as bad @ss as Chuck Norris.
Don't cut me off in traffic when I'm wearing these (if you know what's good for you!)
This post was written as part of Catherine and Tracey’s “My Favorite Thing…” writing prompt.
My Favorite Thing - post a picture of an object or objects (we know that your children are your most valued whatevers, but we're going OBJECTS here. Books, art, photos, mementos, shoes, garden gnomes, television set, whatever) that is/are dear to your heart. What would you grab if your house were one fire? What would you fire your partner for breaking/losing/defacing
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