of tears and cheap kleenex...

Some things are worth the money. I'll buy off brand pasta or salt or aluminum foil. I will not buy off brand tissues. I am firmly entrenched in the Kleenex Camp. Maybe, maybe puffs with aloe and menthol if I am sickly, but the rest of the time I am a Kleenex girl. Why? It's simple, really. Kleenex tissues don't leave residue on your face after a good long cry. I'll admit it. I've spent some time in a therapist's office from time to time, and I am not afraid to let the tears flow and work my way through half a box of tissues during my appointed hour. Hence, the residue. One therapist in particular had a habit of buying lesser tissues. Said tissues would leave a film of white powdery fuzz on my cheek. Unfortunately for me, the powdery mess did not appear until about an hour after use. Just long enough for me to get settled back into my chair at work and start some serious face to face chats with my coworkers only to have them ask, not why my eyes were puffy, but what the fuzz was all over my cheeks. I HATED those cheap Kleenex wanna-bes. So what if your clients plow through 12 boxes a day? You make like $300 per hour. Spring for the good tissues, I'm begging you!!

All that to say, the impending VN shutdown has had me a crying mess, and I'm not even in process. My heart goes out to all of my friends involved in the VN adoption world. I think that I am finally out of tears, but thankfully I still have plenty of Kleenex. The good ones. Heck, I might even have ice cream and I can always whip up some cookie dough, so come on over if you need a good cry.

Amidst all of the sadness back here in the good 'ol US of A, my good blog buddy Jen is in Vietnam meeting her very own little dude! In fact, I think she is officially his mama as I type this. Congratulations!!