I mean, I have a heart dispenser for sticky notes and it's a fantastic feeling when it's freshly refilled, but that wouldn't stop me from using it....I just would pause and sigh and then feel sad for a second, then gently pull one out and write on it.

Yes, a giant bright pink heart dispenser for putting bright pink sticky notes into.  It was an amazing gift to me from my husband.  Probably one of my most favorite gifts ever from him.

The topic came up after someone sent me a picture of a note they took down, writing out someone's address.  They had used black Sharpie on a torn piece of paper.  It was incredibly unlike their normal character, and so we continued talking about how much stress he must be under.  It was a good conversation.

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