Wednesday, June 22, 2011


When my mother died, her cousin's wife gave Edie and me these statues of a woman holding a gold heart over her heart. I don't normally like things like this, but because it came from her and it meant so much to her that we have them, it means that much to me. Joe noticed that she was mysteriously turned around on her shelf to face the wall and a tiny portrait of us. It took us a while to figure out it must have been the guys installing the window who turned it around. CREEPY!

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