and I couldn't tell you why. The sun is gorgeous outside, animals are making noises, the kiddos are playing, Dad's downstairs.
but something's missing.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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Writers are, deep in their souls, didacts who itch to deliver the Unvarnished Truth and cannot help but unburden themselves of that which burns in their hearts. Writers are preachers.
-Brian Doyle
About Me
- Jen
- I'm curious, openly opinionated, and addicted to writing. Unfortunately I don't think of my audience all that often, so enjoy what will eventually evolve into my memoir - and at that time, you should definitely buy it.
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- if only you were as lucky as me.
- baby.
- choices feel good.
- sometimes.
- this is fun to see.
- boo.
- "waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalt!"
- I'm strangely melancholy today.
- yes PLEASE!
- I had a Lorelai-esque moment
- inspired by the lack of working a/c in my car
- future rant: sex ed in Utah.
- baaaaaandwagon.
- perfect practice makes perfect.
- marriage saving baby not included.
- Here's my question for you.
- fantastic!
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2 comments:
I think we all have days like this, hopefully tomorrow (today) will be better.
Could it be because your bracket is toast? Just a thought. :)
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