come on. spill it. you know you want to. tell me how you weave your magic. and don’t say you lack the beans to bewitch. we all have them. some are just deeply creviced, cardiganed behind a lifestyle of bland tasting humble pie. show me your stuff. do you glitter...
after a dry spell i’m finally back in lust with the written word. silly me for straying from those who have proved so loyal to me time and again. my heart thumps a bit heavier as the pages i’ve read rival the number of pages i have left to read. what next?...
i went to a birthday party this weekend. stag. hunkiest was out town at party of his own;Â of a stag nature as well. yet the naughty these boys seemed to have found was of whiskey and lack of bug spray like. for all his clinker and glee as he packs up his shiny 9 iron...
not exactly the get up i was donning in yesterday’s torrential, power-outing, tree-uprooting, car washing {graçias}, patio furniture tossing {non-graçias} spring storm. but i do love a nice deluge. and such a grand shower! ushering in spring, my favorite season....
i think truman enjoyed his st. patrick’s day a little too much. weekend happy to you m’loves. Similar posts:it's friday i'm in LOVEweekend happya weekend in winter....happy...
