My world

In my ideal world, everyone would read Amazing Gracie, then they'd go out and adopt a dog (or two, or three), and love them for the rest of their lives.

No matter how many times I read it, it never fails to turn me into a pool of water. As I scuttered over to my desk to get some tissue before the tears fell, I stubbed my big toe and broke the toenail.

I did what any other person would do: scotch-taped the toenail back into place.

And then I continued to cry.