And God said, "Let there be otters," and laughter was invented and it was GOOD!
9 years later and I am still stunned and emotional. I laugh at the stories my parents told of blacking out their windows during WWII while living in podunk Idaho and Utah towns yet I admit I loaded my two little ones in the car and drove to my daughter's school and argued with myself in the parking lot whether or not I should check her out.I still can't decide if I'm proud of myself for not taking her home with me or placing my trust in someone other than me.
I would be so afraid to live in that museum house for fear of breaking something. But maybe then my dust wouldn't be out of place? Maybe?Those Otters are ADORABLE.We'll never forget. 9/11.
I love them all. Planning my trip to London to experience that house. Amazing.