Dark’s not black. Dark can be fun. But when a black mood hits suddenly it’s not a nice thing to watch.
And black has descended.
One of the tanzanite stones in my new ring fell out somewhere this morning and this is not a cheap ring.
Not happy. Not happy at all.
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Maybe this will dispel the blackness. You are now on an RSS Feeder link! ha ha ha
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I’m so sorry about your ring. I once lost a bracelet my dad gave me while traveling. (Note to self: never, ever wear favorite jewelry while lugging luggage around in distant places.)
And yes, dark I can do fine, but black. I wish I didn’t know how that goes.
I hope your black is as short lived as possible. 🙂 (That’s me smiling hopefully, not me telling you to smile. If there’s one thing I hate while in black, it’s anyone telling me to smile.)
I hope you find it Susan. Let us know. I had an old Auntie who used to tell me to ask St. Anthony to help me find lost things. Maybe? :o) I will ask for you. :o)
Though I did search, it’s impossible to find a small stone somewhere between the house, down the driveway, and in the shop.
I had to blow the black away so that I don’t go into Michael’s Jewelers with an attitude. Maybe they’ll admit some responsibility.
Mark–your good news doesn’t help me.
Barbara–Yes! If there’s one thing I hate it’s people telling you that if you smile everything will brighten up. That’s pure hoo-ey.
Ruth–I tried both Anthony and Jude, the saint of hopeless causes (we’ve grown close over the years).
St Jude. :op Oh Susan, we have a mutual friend there.