I actually wept real tears.

My sweet, good-intentioned husband tried to sharpen my scissors for me last night.
On our knife-sharpener which doesn't even do that great of a job with knives.
I don't know what kind of dark, evil voodoo my husband was working, but my scissors have lost the will to cut. How is that even possible?? There is an area on the blade that won't even cut anymore. What?!
So. I walked out into my driveway and bawled like a baby last night. I knew I couldn't be mad at him but.....I was so mad. I must've been bottling up some serious shit for the past couple of weeks because I don't usually break down over petty stuff like scissors.
But I did. Sitting in my driveway, crying and thinking about how badly I need to get out of this city.
Yikes. There it is.
Yes...maybe a vacation. Maybe stop by a wonderous craft store on the way and get a new pair of scissors.

Aw. Poor Clint.