Carol, my love.
Carol is the sunshine that lights up my days. She’ll surprise you with a homemade spring roll or a steaming hot mocha and make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
She’s always willing to beta test my homemade edibles (bless her heart) and she’s just really nice to look at. She has this beautiful, cascading dark hair and the cutest little butt.
She’s works harder than almost anybody and is always willing to pick up the slack when necessary. She’s cleaned up other people’s messes more than a few times (both literally and figuratively).
Spending 8.5 hours a day in a dark clinic (seriously, when are we getting those lights fixed) becomes a lot less hateful when I see Carol’s bright, shining face (or smell her friggin’ deadly spring rolls).
She's my unicorn angel princess. Always.
late 14c., "death," from Middle French obit or directly from Latin obitus "death," noun use of past participle of obire "to die," literally "to go toward" (see obituary). In modern usage (since 1874) it is usually a clipped form of obituary, though it had the same meaning of "published death notice" 15c.-17c.
plural vitae, Latin, literally "life," from PIE root *gwei- "to live."
While recently watching Rex Murphy’s tribute to my late father, I was saddened that my father wasn’t able to hear Murphy’s wonderful words. I’ve decided to write pieces that are dedicated to telling the people in my life how great I think they are. I call them “Vituaries.”