Love Drips Down
(taken from the internet) You know, before kids I was fine. Things were easy. (I was thin.) I could keep my house really clean. I could keep up with laundry. I could get a lot of work done in a day, and I didn't have my emotions leaking down my face on a daily basis. Did I cry at sad movies? Yes, duh. Steel Magnolias to 'ya, but crying at any other movie or at any other time for no apparent reason? As if. When I was little, I remember my mom taking us to see the Muppets take Manhattan . At the end of the movie when Kermit & Miss. Piggy get married, my mom sat in her seat & cried. I mean boo hoo'd. We teased her unmercifully about it for years. Who cries at a kid's movie? Well, apparently, my apple didn't fall far from my mom's tree. It's gotten to the point where I can cry at the drop of a hat. I don't mean to, I just do. I can be in church singing a song; watching a movie...