Love is…
When you’re hungry, but you know if you get up to fix something you’ll wake up your sleeping husband and the cat, so you just sit and slowly starve to death.
They’re both snoring, by the way.
Love is…
Love is…
When you’re hungry, but you know if you get up to fix something you’ll wake up your sleeping husband and the cat, so you just sit and slowly starve to death.
They’re both snoring, by the way.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Short essays about novels and other fictional works
By Ian Garrabrant
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I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
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I really am hungry. Maybe my growling stomach will awaken sleeping beauty.
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LOl…… I just shove the beggar over. What does that mean? I fear to ask x
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Ha! It means you’re a gutsy writer! I’m a milquetoast!
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I never thought before about wither of us my darling xxxxx But I do just go get me food whatever xxxxx
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But I do love that word milquetoast
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LOL! I can so relate, only in my house it is my husband and my dog!
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It’s nice to know I’m not alone!
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I have to stumble about in the dark 🙂
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