Tuesday, 3 March 2009

There's the sinking feeling that during those wonderful moments from last weekend I didn't take the time to stop and appreciate and absorb and retain--those are the times that get me through the shit patches. Um, like the one we're weathering right now.

but I'm eating the husband's homemade pizza right now and I love him and it very, very much. That, and my little sister is going to make a beautiful bride.

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