well. it's been a month now. and while watching films at silly hours has been grand, and not having to fold through infinite piles of underwear has been great, both maude and i are ready for mommy to come home. we are forlorn.
--I have been with you every day of my life. Tell me you know that. -- Yes, I know it. --You must also know that I shall be with you every day that is granted to me from now on. Every evening I shall sit down to dine with you. Not with my body, which is of no importance, but with my soul. Because this evening I have learned, my dear, that in this beautiful world of ours, all things are possible.
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Poor old sausages. Sending you a big hug...
What a lovely up the nose shot.
It's been 3 weeks. stop being melodramatic.
FOUR
FOUR WEEKS
abandoned by horrid tots and dreadful nip
mickey rourke said it best at the golden globes:
"because somethings when a man is alone, all he has is his dog"
truer words never spoken.
amore. alberto is right. it's been just three weeks. but your indignation is so so endearing. adorable.
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