Thank you for the sweet gift of a partridge in a pear tree. It was romantic and thoughtful. Can’t wait to see you again.
Signed Your Sweetheart
Dear True Love,
I am overwhelmed by your boundless generosity. You have given me more than I deserve. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but please stop. Perhaps, you misunderstood me when you visited. Yes, I love angry birds, but this isn’t what I meant. I don’t have enough room in my humble home for all of these birds.
Signed Your Grateful Sweetheart
ENOUGH ALREADY! Stop sending me your stupid gifts. I contacted you after the first fours days of Christmas asking you to stop. After all, what was I going to do with all the noisy birds. Then…
OK , so I know you might be tired of me talking about my struggles with uber dry skin, but I feel like when it comes to dry/dehydrated skin and how to manage it I have tried it all. So when I find something that has an impact on my skin, I know it will also work on almost anyone who is struggling with dry skin (be it from the weather or just genetics).
Thus, as Sue and Melissa drifted off to sleep, I “Slept” with both eyes wide open in the dark. As if ordained by the Creator ,Lisa was closest to me, and using her sleeping bag for padding rather than warmth. I slowly rolled over so she was just within an arms reach. I moved my left hand like a crab or spider, inching toward my target, that being her hand. I got an elbow instead. If it was her left elbow she was on her back, if it was her right elbow she was lying on her stomach. I slid my hand up toward her hand. There was no resistance. She was asleep. Her hand was half open. I decided to flip over again, thus putting my right hand much closer. This time I found her fingers outstretched. I was sure this was not by luck or coincidence. …