Forget Me

Or, not.

Better yet, just call me.

Some days are strange.

You wake up fine, enjoy yourself for a while, and then one little text upsets your day.

I am not a huge fan of text-messaging. I believe that it is abused and gives people an excuse to make rude statements and then blame it on trying to be "short & sweet," or "auto-correct."

I think that drunk texting is worse than drunk dialing, as at least the listener knows the other party is out of sorts and can hang up, or hit the "delete" button.

These Forget-Me-Nots were blooming today and reminded me of how fickle life is. We can be here one day and gone in a flash, just as a tiny flower can be wiped out by a large foot, or washed away in a storm.

We should all make a pact to respect one another and be kind whenever possible.

Read your texts and messages aloud before pressing send.

Much love,

Mel