Tears fall down like rain
Saturday afternoon. We went to check out the construction of our new townhouse this morning. Things are going great, it was wonderful to see everything moving along, and I hate that Mick won't be here when I move in. He won't be here in eight days. I cried in the IHOP this morning and I nearly couldn't stop. How many tears can you hold inside before you just explode? We are about to find out, friends.
OK, maybe that's stupid. Maybe not.
Regardless, let it all out - we'll be here for you.