it's one of those home alone days.
and everything is going wrong.
the weather, the car, the financials, the dog, the intestines.
and yet all i keep saying is, let him dance and eat cake.
i don't exactly know to whom it is i'm speaking because this house is as empty as my skull three days running now.
not even sure i know what it means to be honest.
except it does put a smile on that face of mine, which gives the floury mess in the kitchen and scuff marks about the rest of the house a noble purpose.