On living alone as a klutz. thesaltywidow Uncategorized December 8, 2019December 8, 2019 1 Minute “So, ah, I was walking through my front hallway to go sit on the couch where I’m sitting now, and uh, caught my toe in the bottom of my, um, pajama bottoms and tripped and if I had fallen I would have definitely hit my head on the flagstone and um, yeah that could have been the end I could have tripped and died and then I sang myself a little song and said ‘I could have died and no one would have found me because I live alone.’ Whoa, wow. Okay.” Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Tagged2019missing mr. grumblebeeThe Salty Widowwidowed Published by thesaltywidow I became a widow 13 September, 2017 at 5:09pm. This is how I cope, how I have always coped. For better and for worse. View all posts by thesaltywidow Published December 8, 2019December 8, 2019
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You are adorable.
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You do understand that I was absofuckingtively terrified.