I finished reading a short story about the death of Jayne Mansfield, and I didn't shudder.
I walked to a meeting in -27 degree Celcius and arrived there without crying. Then I lost my boots.
I made chicken soup from scratch and left it on the counter to cool; then I tasted it and it was so delicious I ate it cold.
I sat in my papasan with a copy of the catalogue from Victorian Trading Company, and I didn't actually place an order, although I did go back several times to this offer, and this one, and that:
I confess to having to look up papasan. And is that 3rd pic a selfie or did Dave take it? I have been known to turn out lights with my nose, usually when my hands are full porting two breakfasts upstairs.
ReplyDeleteAC, none of those photos is a selfie, but the one in the pink dress is a bunny...close.
ReplyDeleteGirl, how'd you lose your boots?!
ReplyDeleteA model of great taste in clothes - always - and self-restraint - not quite so often. . . What more could a guy ask for in a partner? Stay just the way you are. Your loving other fraction.
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