This is ridiculous...

My name is Marie Harriet-Louise and my life is literally falling apart.  This is not a metaphor.  My life is actually crumbling before my eyes.  Jeffrey and I were feeling really optimistic last Sunday and decided to work on a couples project.  We crafted a 3-foot-tall statue, made primarily of natural clay, that spelt out "LIFE."  We thought it would be a good lawn ornament that people could look at and reflect on.  What does life mean to them?  However, the clay does not hold its structure and it keeps slumping down into its own footprint.  So, while many people think their "life" is bad, my actual life is worse off and I deserve a little bit more sympathy.

Amen.