There is a new me sprouting in the Northwoods. Our little house is always "Morning in the Forest." I need to work-- but until I remake that part of my life I'm remaking myself. And finding such laughter. My Pomeranian GentlemanFriend and Iwere sitting at the kitchen table watching TV. He was talking to Kyra on Skype and when he got done, we both realized that there was a strange "trickling water sound.' It turned out to be the sink over flowing. So -- hey we have invented a new way to mop the kitchen floor. It looked great.
Just me-- Hopelessly myself. Happily flawed.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Mopping the floor
There is a new me sprouting in the Northwoods. Our little house is always "Morning in the Forest." I need to work-- but until I remake that part of my life I'm remaking myself. And finding such laughter. My Pomeranian GentlemanFriend and Iwere sitting at the kitchen table watching TV. He was talking to Kyra on Skype and when he got done, we both realized that there was a strange "trickling water sound.' It turned out to be the sink over flowing. So -- hey we have invented a new way to mop the kitchen floor. It looked great.
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