well...this is the third post and I still haven't looked at little Harrison's latest photos...my first grandson..my first granddaughter being the doll of dolls...this guy is the dude of dudes...yahoo
going on about my heartthrob...who knows I exist but does I cherish the footprint he leaves in the sand...perhaps...perhaps I was waiting to express to myself that he and the grocery clerk are of a simile..something I so want for myself...and you know...what I'm about...clarifying why it is it isn't...phone rings...I answer, it's Lisa another burger at the Inn...for Diana, but I think I could...I would like to...that, somewhere somehow...do you have to have definition like that in your life...I think that I should friend Rene because it's uncivil not to...and so...just randomly jotting down things but the mainthing was that I cried the other day that I wasn't actively flirting with this fellow and I should have but I didn't and I feel bad that I did not...just played it out in my head and wished and hoped and did the dusty springfield routine without the field of daisies, I even had that once, the field of daisies...on the mountainside in the Blue Ridge...I know the greeting card moment and I look at him and there it is but with him it was the ride on the big wave when you're reeling in the big fish and the boat is rocking under your feet...up and down...I don't get seasick...I like to fish...
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