It’s been a really, REALLY shitty weekend.

I’ve cried a WHOLE bunch.

But there was an odd karmic turn of events this morning.

At Maria’s service, they released white doves.  It was pretty, but I made everyone swear that at my funeral, we would not release doves.  I wanted some more exotic bird.

Today, two large heron cranes were in the tree outside of my house this morning when I brought Charlie back from a walk.  It was surreal.  It was like coming home to a zebra in the front yard.

Then, hours and more tears later, I was getting ready to be the good wife who goes grocery shopping when I heard a faint melody down the street.  I waited, and sure enough.. an actual Good Humor truck strolled right down my street.

I had a Rocket Pop, since we’re still in Lent.

But it made me smile big time.

And of course, since I was eating a Rocket Pop, my big ole smile was bright blue.