when my husband and i were courting, i got a letter from him in which he compared my eyes to the november sun on the ocean.
have i said that already? probably. it certainly bears repeating, right?
november is finished, i am ready to take a break from posting but because i have a serious lack of inner resources, i'll probably be back at it bright and early tommorow morning, when i continue my utter disregard for the laundry problem growing in the corners. all of the corners, ALL of the corners.
today was one of those days... a 'late night' for my husband, no nap for the four year old and a futile attempt at cleaning the kitchen... look at my fridge... tell me what you spell with that crackhead collection of letters.
and then, the blur moves in... and its all over. the fat lady has sung and left the building.
3 comments:
I, for one, will miss your daily posts.
seconded.
I totally left the dishes from last night for this morning. (and still havent done them) It's okay, ya know.
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