Visiting an elderly family friend, who is just adorable and one of the strongest women I know.
Glee. Elf. Design Inc. New mama gushing about her baby.
And that was just Sunday night and Monday morning.
For those who know me, it is no secret I am outrageously overly emotional. Just about anything and everything will make me cry.
Sad story, cute puppies, a sweet song, your engagement photo (not cause I’m insanely happy for you, I’m probably not, but cause it reminds me of my dismal romantic life).
Am I ashamed or embarrassed of this? Not really. I mean, it sucks being “that girl” who somehow always sheds a tear at the movie theatre. Lucky for me, tears will just slowly stream down my cheeks without the Claire Danes ugly cry.