If you, or someone you love, fits the profile of a person described in this picture, there is help for you, and/or your loved one. Please, don't hesitate to get the help you, or your loved one(s), may not know you have need of, until this seen here, today. Call now, there's a kind, somewhat understanding counselor, who's not yet fully trained, but wants to get paid, and so, is ready and willing, if not yet able, to help you deal with your newly discovered tumult of emotion that may affect you after reading this and becoming informed of trauma that's been hiding behind your hay fever. Because, until recently, hay fever has only been viewed as physically problematic, and those suffering from it, not knowing it was irrefutable evidence of a traumatic event happening to make them victims, were recommended to seek help from their regular family physicians. And this recommendation was given only if they found over-the-counter medications insufficient alleviating hay fever...
Out in the boonies of NM yesterday, our dogs returned from their trot in the wilds, with heads hanging low and tails tucked, as if they'd made a mess getting into the trash. At first, they looked to be caked in mud, and I thought they must have found a watering hole to play in til dark. But under the cabin's porch light, it was instantly clear that the crime they'd committed was a much worse offense than skinny dippin' n comin' home muddy. For it was not mud they were caked in, it was blood. The shaming they thought to get, from the looks of it, was for murder, ew, and ew, ew, again, Ewww, from the looks of it, brutal murder. What ever was killed died a horrible death. Although their guilty demeanors said, "Yes, we did it, we killed the waskily wabbit...without a wifle... and then we played tug-a-war with the liddle wabbit's body.", or proudly, "Why, yes! We erradicated an entire colony of infiltrating prairie dogs. Please, can you thank us lat...