So a message board I go to has had some drama on it and it makes me sad. I know we'll pull through it though, because we're in the process of trying to start a nationwide pet rescue group. There are so many of us that it could be really amazing.
One of the amazing ladies mentioned how when she was little, she adopted a housefly that had fallen into her pool. She liked to save them, and normally they'd fly away. This one, though, was hurt so she tried to save him.
It reminded me of when we were little. We were at Lake Okoboji for our week that summer and Joe and I had to take naps. Neither of us wanted to, so we just stayed awake. Joe started catching flies and pulling their wings off. I saw what he was doing and it made me cry because I felt bad for all of the flies. And if they didn't have wings, could they still be called "flies"? Wouldn't they have to be called "walks" instead? It was a rough afternoon, espeically when Joe got to get up earlier from the nap than me because he was being "good."
(I told you my blog would be about whatever randomness came to mind!)
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