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Tweet A Red, Red Rose O my luve’s like a red, red rose. That’s newly sprung in June; O my luve’s like a melodie That’s sweetly play’d in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will love thee still, my Dear, Till a’the seas [...] Tweet Nearly 3 months to the day after I met Tig, I was knocked up higher than a kite. I told him I was late, bought an EPT, and walked in with a VERY big grin and a + that appeared *immediately*. I hugged his neck, said “Hey, you’re gonna be a daddy.” He [...] Tweet I often ask friends/associates “Did you find me a husband yet??!!??” I find it amusing, ESPECIALLY if they’re younger than I. Like it’s THEIR responsibility to hook me up. Kiddies, I’m not really serious about it. Don’t get me wrong – I LOVE men and I want a new one. But [...] Tweet Folks, this is NEVER good way to start a conversation. It brings out the smartass. Well, my plans are to win the lottery and never to work again. My plans? *thinks* Is your life insurance paid up? I think I’m going to join a hippie commune and love Mother Earth. What was the [...] Tweet I finally found the box with all the pre-digital era photographs in my storage trailer. I’ll be scanning them in slowly but surely, and I’ll share a few with you as I go. To properly kick things off, can I hear you say DAYUM, GIRL! I think I was 18 or so in [...] Tweet I put the potty chair together for Joe today. I’m doing the same thing for him as I did for Dan – get it out and let him get familiar with it. He sees Dan peeing in the toilet all the time and may have already made the connection – but I’m not [...] Tweet Also titled: “What happens when you let the pre-teen plan dinner” Cappellini (angel hair pasta) with red sauce cheesy garlic toast All in all, not a horrible meal plan considering she’s 11. A salad would’ve been nice. I think my “dessert” is going to be a hamburger patty though. Dan got his [...] Tweet Y’know, I often think about that. The words that come out of my mother’s mouth sometimes….and how differently I’ll react to them. I work SO hard to NOT be my Mom…but sometimes she comes spilling out. There have even been times when something came out of my mouth, and I looked around to [...] Tweet You are the Marquis Da Sade. Even stripped ofexaggerations, Your real life was as dramaticand as tragic as a cautionary tale. Born to anancient and noble house, you were married(against your wishes) to a middle-class heiressfor money, caused scandals with prostitutes andwith your sister-in-law, thus enraging yourmother-in-law, who had you imprisoned under alettre [...] |
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