If all the best-laid plans go wrong, maybe we are meant to learn that such important things aren't so important, after all.
If the skies are custard pies waiting to plop down on our hopeful faces, maybe it is best to accept the gift, count it a blessing, and lick our chops.
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"If the skies are custard pies waiting to plop down on our hopeful faces, maybe it is best to accept the gift, count it a blessing, and lick our chops."
OMG...I LOVE THAT, MEL!!!!
And it's so true.
Thank you for this very insightful bit of fairy diddy, dear lady!
((((( You )))))
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