Something happens when we get to that cloudy area called the middle.
As my birthday approaches, I realize I'm nearly there.
And as so many before me, I reached a crisis.
So I got a toy. How typical.
This isn't the actual one, but mine looks just the same.
I didn't want to be anybody's aunt.
3 comments:
It's beautiful. Why don't you get in it and drive to my house for dinner?
where are you? i just might.
i LOVE long drives. ;-)
Southern Indiana. It would be a long drive, but it would put your new car to the test!
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