Disappointment showed up at my house this evening. She poured herself a scotch without even asking, then parked herself on my couch. I think she hid Girl Scout Cookies under a sofa cushion.
With a tear in her eye, she said Hope and Wishful Thinking let her down today. She insists on running around with these two because they had Home Room together in the seventh grade. That was 36 years ago. Disappointment is always the third wheel, odd man out you might say.
I have begged her for years to make new friends with Joy and Light Heartedness, but she refuses. So there she sits, red eyed, runny nosed, watching reruns of Little House on the Prairie. I am sure she will be fine in the morning.
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