Stranded Without a Scissor.
When our daily rituals are abruptly stripped from our routine, we're left paddle-less in a sinking canoe. The perfectly sweetened coffee by our guy on the corner (who's nowhere to be found) makes the forced alternative (Starbucks) taste like sour vinegar. The rerun of The Office, with the promising but repetitive comic relief of Michael Scott (That's What She Said) pales in comparison to the vibrant, unexpected sing-alongs (Madonna! Lady Gaga! Journey!) of the Glee club (who are on hiatus for Christmas vacation). And the barber/dentist/psychic who relocated (to the next street/town/planet) are as Irreplaceable as Beyonce's replacement. Enjoy!
My kids'pediatrician left for Florida, too, one day, with no warning! And he never even said goodbye! I was bereft. True, my kids were at the point of outgrowing him, but still... We have yet to find a replacement. Now I think we never will. Some things can't be replaced.
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