i've got such a headegg, as mémé would say.
i would add more swears. because i never get headeggs, and this one is completely shattering my vision. when i woke up this morning, i was so dizzy i smashed into one of our bedposts.
ooh. i whimpered, rubbing my hipbone.
aww. mémé to the rescue. your hippo!
she rubbed it and blew on it and murmured sweetheart words to it until my dizziness and pain eased up a bit. and then i realized she wasn't comforting me. she was talking to the little fairy i've inked. on my hippo.
esmé looked up, that little sprite, and assured me all was well.
you didn't kill her, mom.
photo found here. begging off for the rest of today. but i wanted to tell you something...i've gotten so many mails and messages about my sister, mostly from readers who weren't around for mackin ink's first year when i really talked about it. mary and i are in the middle of putting a book together full of her photos and some of my best words from my original blog. it's pretty stunning so far. but i thought it might be nice to post one of the first things i wrote about my sister's life for the girlies three. i've read it a thousand times, maybe, and every time i love it more. i'll lay it down here tomorrow if you'd like to read it. catch you later, friends. and can you tell i didn't smile once - not even once! - while writing this post? i can, too. i'll be better tomorrow. xoxo. karey m. and her headegg.