Wednesday, May 04, 2005

I WAS ABOUT TO POST a whine about putting my house on the market to avoid foreclosure, but after reading Riverbend's post about her cousin narrowly missing being killed by a car bomb -- because he stopped to buy some carrots -- even selling a house you love seems pretty minor in the scheme of things. My daughter just left to go back to her dad's house, and I don't have to worry that she will be blown to bits on her way there. Given that fact, how can I feel anything but incredibly lucky?

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