there’s arrival. moments in your life when you aha, let that belly breath out, and even your pinkies grin. a first kiss, an oscar nomination, a standing, stiff souffle. and then there’s THE email from karey: telling me not only that tamara the camera had...
this round went to priscilla. at least have the decency to leave the scene of your crime?! in the end, the real loser was mommy; i loved that effing pillow. Similar posts:it's friday i'm in LOVE!my twelve stages of griefmy favorite summer mealit started with an...
i wouldn’t consider myself a chatty lass. maybe tis why i tack posts throughout the house….. this way i don’t have to talk so much. Similar posts:what would giada do? {in a bikini}jilted courtesy of URBAN DECAYvalentine LOVEshe's got bette davis...
earlier this week hh and his pal ted, aka bert and ernie, found some rather high horses to poise atop. there, they both boasted, ad nauseum, their expertise in deciphering the varying choices of vanilla ice cream the world has to offer. i’m pretty sure i...
i think i’ll go on a walkabout and find out what it’s all about – and that ain’t hard just me and my own two feet in the heat i’ve got myself to meet a detective of perspective i need to try and get a bigger eye – open wide...
