I think we all have different visions of what hell will be like.
Some say it will be hot, dark, gloomy, horrible, smelly, and secluded.
Really, the list goes on and on and on.
This is what hell looks like to me:
Flat objects are the hardest most frustrating things for my fingers to pick up.
Sometimes when I go to the store and use cash,
I panic for fear the cashier will accidentally miss my hands and the
coins crash to the counter. Then I will spend several minutes trying to
pick up the change and then I will get really hot and sweaty and then
I will probably say: "go ahead and keep the change."
It's happened before--several times.
Today Lottie dropped the button box.
That's when I decided I was in hell.
Also, have you seen these darling state cuffs from The Vintage Pearl?
They are perfect!