I have no fear of sparkles.
I have an 8 year old girl. Sparkles come with the territory. Last time she had the nail polish out she wanted to do my toes. I said yes.
She wasn't satisfied with just one color, though. By the time it was done, my opinion was that it looked like a fairy had puked on my toes.
She found that hilarious, and wants to know when she can do it again.
This was a couple of weeks ago, when it was warm. It's long since been taken off my toes.
Oh, but we have painted him...
It's okay, I'm sure she would be happy to do them again.
It's long since been taken off my toes.
Maybe I'll eat pancakes, and sausage so I can just get breakfast over with now.
Blunt
I'm buried in new research this morning. It's glorious. But I have to start applying it to something at some point...
How are you?
I think Laurie meant to link to another, older post wherein I - or another sheep standing in for me - was colored. Probably something pink or purple.
Or maybe the plaid one.
Dear Abby;
Good morning.
signed,
Man in the Midwest
I love you! I love waking up to you and how you smell. I love how you make me feel - so awake and alive, so warm and cozy. You make me feel like I can do ANYTHING! I've never loved another the way I do you. I love you, I love you, I love you!
Dear Blunt,
Good afternoon.
Signed,
Woman in the Little Apartment on the Prairie
"I love you! I love waking up to you and how you smell. I love how you make me feel - so awake and alive, so warm and cozy. You make me feel like I can do ANYTHING!" She sighed. "I've never loved another the way I do you. I love you, I love you, I love you!" she said to her coffee.
And sipped.