I left my JOB in my STUPID CAR whose A/C NOR RADIO WORKS RIGHT today to deal with my BROKEN FRIDGE in my NOW HORRIBLY DISORGANIZED KITCHEN and it was 600 DEGREES OUTSIDE (780 with humidity) and then swore at my STUPID BLINDS because they wouldn't close right and it was HOT AS HELL in my living room.
Then I realized neither of the cats had come out to greet me, which is unusual.
After a 10-second scout, I found Kitten atop the comfy bed in the breezy, cool bedroom. (Elliot was under said bed, I'm pretty sure.) I laid down with her for a few moments, petting her and listening to her purr.
I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!
A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.
One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.
When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.
An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.
When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."
The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"