When I was young, I wanted to be famous (which to me meant people wanted to know what I had for breakfast). Now I'm older and not famous, but I have movie credits. So I'm going to pretend that people want to hear what I have to say. FYI: anything posted here is alleged unless I state otherwise (just a little cya).
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Beautiful
The husband sent me flowers. No, he didn't do anything wrong. I was having a bad day and he thought I needed them. He's a keeper.
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