I am so happy the sun is staying out a little bit longer.
I can take Scully out for a long walk when I get home.
Its good for her. Its good for me.
Quiet. Calm.
The almond trees are starting to bloom. And I have one geranium showing her face.
Spring is almost here. And that suits me just fine.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
letters
Dear Denver,
I am ready to come home. You are cold and you are making my skin dry and my lips chapped. Oh, and your altitude is making me out of breath. Like, even when I am walking.
And I really miss these two cuties.
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Dear Tax Season,
Already?
I am not ready for you this year.
You take my husband and hold him hostage.
I dont like you and never will.
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Dear Spring,
Please come soon. I am tired of being cold. And wearing closed-toe shoes.
And I want to open up my windows.
Thank you.
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Dear Pilot,
Tomorrow, do me a favor. Please make a smooth landing.
Because I would really not like to have to pull out the barf bag.
And I REALLY would not like to see the look on my neighbors face when I pull out said barf bag.
It was a close, close call.
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