missrenie | Constructed Happiness

Mom lost all the stuff that my bro and I made her while we were growing up... she kept it under her bed. The house took in a foot of water. All of it was lost. So im going to start making my mom construction paper cards.

Kris and I stopped off and Michael's to get craft stuff for the coven and I found the perfect pack of construction paper. I was positively glowing when I got my hands on it. I squealed so much that Kris threatened to slap the black off of me. I was undaunted. Before we got in the car I had got it open and was sniffing it. I smiled the entire way home as I molested it, fingering though the seven color choices. Occasionally squealing with delight as I pressed it against myself despite several threats and rolled eyes.

For a few minutes I was a kid again. A happy kid. I'm not sure what kind of experience I had with construction paper when I was younger that makes me so damn giddy around it... aroused even. But I am glad that happiness comes so cheap :) I made my mom a card with cut out hearts in it and stashed the extra in my drawer at work...
Every once in a while I open it up lean over
and inhale