There is no God
Today was my birthday. Pretty uneventful. Sarah made a million announcements and told EVERYONE at work (yes, I had to work today) that it was my birthday. She also, unbeknownst to me, hung a sign on my counter telling customers to wish me a happy birthday. Real cute Sarah.
So I picked her up after work to go to my grandmothers. We stopped at my house to pick up the digital camera for pics of the cake Sarah made me. As we walk in, I tell Sarah that I guarentee there are 3 messages on my machine (since the only people who called me today other then my mom were Ron and Ross).
We get inside...no machine messages. It's off. Came unplugged from the wall somehow. I walk around the corner to check on Tubbers, my Russian Dwarfie who's been sick.
She's dead.
On my birthday.
This is my life...and it's ending one minute at a time.
So I picked her up after work to go to my grandmothers. We stopped at my house to pick up the digital camera for pics of the cake Sarah made me. As we walk in, I tell Sarah that I guarentee there are 3 messages on my machine (since the only people who called me today other then my mom were Ron and Ross).
We get inside...no machine messages. It's off. Came unplugged from the wall somehow. I walk around the corner to check on Tubbers, my Russian Dwarfie who's been sick.
She's dead.
On my birthday.
This is my life...and it's ending one minute at a time.