"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; It dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing." -Anais Nin
I get a rat!!!!!!! I'll try to spare you the many sounds of squealy joy. I'm getting a rat! I sang the rat song all night at work Wed. and everyone looked at me like I was crazy... rat rat rat rat rat rat rat rat raaaaat. It will be...my sewing rat. Yesh.