It is a mix feeling. Happiness because somebody in my team is traveling, living, dreaming, doing whatever she wants to do in her teenager days.
And also sadness because she is not home.
There is not way you can have one without the other, especially when I want my daughters do whatever is that they want to do. Of course is very risky that they go away, many miles away.
Yesterday was another day in the house.
It was like six o'clock and I was outside. It was cloudy. I was with Fluffy and suddenly I notice that he was to hairy. Without thinking I went to get the scissors and the mirror.
two hours later my dog was proudly with a new haircut. I had to admit that I was not in my best day, I failed to check the moon. My Grandmother always checked her Bristol book before she put seeds in the farm. She always knew where the freaking moon was. I never believe her because I cannot see the connection between how big the moon is and the kind of haircut you get.
Anyway, Fluffy is ugly. I make the mistake of cutting too short the ears part. It is awful and the eyes seems bigger now. Around 10 P.M. Aidee and Dora arrived talking on her new EVO phone.
-Jajajajajaja and not only that but there were like 25,000 people screaming because they get not free beer.
-Silence
- Jajajajaja Yeah! Oh My God. I never, never, never go to a free concert. Jennifer received "VIP" tickets and we were at front, but I guess "VIP" for them means Veals, Iguanas and Pirannas. I did not feel VIP up there.
- Silence
-Jajajajaja Yeah, in two days I will be in London. Can you believe it? Ana arrive on Friday and, Aghhhhhhhh. Oh my God. Mammi, look at Fluffy. Oh come here poor little thing. Oh My God, you look like a rat.
To tell you the truth, Up to this point I was under the impression that Fluffy was looking good, but after a second and third look, I start to see that he was awful.
Anyway, as my grandma used to say, hair will grow back, just give it time.
Yeah. it is a matter of time before I can see my daughter again, by then Fluffy will be looking good. (hopefully)
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