Fire.
Cos I'm fly
Like a G6.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
My Hubby
My Hubby is not chubby
He likes to rub my tummy.
He works hard in the day
at night he gets to play.
He's generous and kind
Even when he's in a bind.
Sometimes he acts like he's six
He likes to play with sticks.
He bangs on drums
He does every kind of dum de dum
there is to hum
He loves me with all embracing
He sets my heart a-racing
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
102,039,485,828,104...
102,039,485,828, 105...
I love you.
No matter how I might look or feel for the small and present now,
deep in the "long run" of things, I love you so much and that makes me happy.
He likes to rub my tummy.
He works hard in the day
at night he gets to play.
He's generous and kind
Even when he's in a bind.
Sometimes he acts like he's six
He likes to play with sticks.
He bangs on drums
He does every kind of dum de dum
there is to hum
He loves me with all embracing
He sets my heart a-racing
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
102,039,485,828,104...
102,039,485,828, 105...
I love you.
No matter how I might look or feel for the small and present now,
deep in the "long run" of things, I love you so much and that makes me happy.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Reunited, and it feels so good
It's the proverbial third day, and I am reunited with Dennis after having been to Singapore for Lydia's wedding. We were glad to see each other and very tired, and our conclusion after updating each other: it's not worth being if it isn't with you.
Where one is, so the other must be, or misery is the only company.
I'm glad to be home with my husband.
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