wolf: What's wrong
me: Headache. And I think I need some dental work.
wolf: Here, take this.
me: Shouldn't I take it with food or something?
wolf: Oh, you should be fine... I can't guarantee anything, I mean, it is an opiate. You may hallucinate there's a gorgeous, naked man in your bedroom.
And this is one of the many reasons why I love him so very much. Of course, he's currently pacing around in a bit of a huff because I'm blogging instead of enjoying my naked man hallucinations. This is not one of the reasons I love him, but is more than tolerable in view of all the wonder, joy and humour he brings into my world.
Sleeping where I sit...
My Mother, like many, saved various remnants from my childhood. I usually find pieces of my history tucked into the pages of a handed down book or in a box of "do you want any of this?" I don't remember exactly when the construction paper ribbon appeared, but it brought with it the promise of hope. "Miss Unruffled", it said, and it had my name on it. Imagine...!
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Wednesday, November 3, 2010
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