*sigh*

Complete writers block.
I am on vacation with nothing to say. Not sure if that's good or bad.
Every time I start to relax and have some fun something pulls the rug out from me. When will I learn to take all the F-ing rugs out of my head and embrace bare floors??? Maybe I need new shoes.
When all else fails....
go watch a sunset.

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C said…
I vote for new shoes!!!

:)

~Cindy
August 10, 2008 at 11:16 PM
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