...he is still willing to paint your toes even though you're not pregnant anymore and can reach them again.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Saturday, August 8, 2009
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2 comments:
I love the little love stories you post on here.
Ha ha. If I let Jonathan do that I'd end up with nail polish all over my feet.
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