countdown

At least my blog has a christmas tree…

 

 

honesty

Bert had this posted, but am reposting this for some classic smirks and laughs!
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What am I doing wrong?

Okay, I’m tired of beating around the bush. I’m a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I’m articulate and classy.
I’m not from New York . I’m looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don’t think I’m overreaching at all.

 

happiness

when i feel all cramped out and having a bad hair day.

using the last ounce of positive energy just to chew my food.

there you are…

flowers on the sink, you cleaning the oven.

here we are. taking the first step.