Sometimes I write letters to Ellen DeGeneres. No particular reason. Just because I can.
This week has been craptacular (Yes, it’s a word. I know because I just made it up.) First, we lost the Goblin King.
Then, we lost Severus Snape.
I’m now officially afraid to love anymore fictional characters for fear that my love for them is what is killing them.
They say (though I’m not sure who) that all things travel in 3s. Not only did I lose two of my favorite characters, but I also did not win the lottery. And, on top of that, my kids found out I’ve been eavesdropping on them and blogging about their conversations. They’ve informed me that they’ve retained legal counsel regarding this and that the only contact I’m allowed to have with them is to feed them, change diapers, wipe butts, and kiss their boo-boos and ouchies – which pretty much sums up an average day for me.
Ellen, what would you do if you were me?