I never liked the game. Whether I went to hide or I had to find. I was always worried if i hid myself away, the seeker would go inside & watch t.v. & I would never be found, or no one would bother. If I was the seeker, I thought the hiders would turn into…
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happily ever after is for fairy tales
however, this man who is holding me in his arms. picked up our deceased Blue. he bought a tupperware container large enough to hold him. he put Blue’s bed at the bottom. he covered him with a soft warm blanket my mother had given to me years ago, with her blessing. He drove 45 minutes…
scary tiger
I think this was mid yawn. hobbes is a sweety pie. although my husband dreams of the day he can roast him over a spit. he & ivy have done thousands of dollars worth of damage to our furniture. i think we will have to buy that silly carpeted cat house so they can beat…
this bed is so peaceful, that i would be asleep within minutes
this is my friend Stephanie’s guest room. i think i will ask, when life gets tough, if i could rent it for a few days. better then a therapist office
Blue’s Marker
Cement mixed by my dear husband. Martha Stewart glitter first, then his name in wooden black letters, then died green sea shells. When its dry, I will make it water proof as best I can. They had no blue shells.
I miss my dog
I miss my dog
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