My song would be, I suppose, "Amanda" by Boston
In this past hour, I forced the dog to swallow a heartworm pill and helped him forget about it with kind words and loads of affection.
In this past evening, I listened to Joni Mitchell's album "Blue" on vinyl, 3 times through, while creating three superb vegan broccoli pesto calzones.
In this past day, I read about asbestos abatement and phone sales tactics, and asked intelligent & thorough questions to my boss, whom I think was pleased.
In this past weekend I started calling my young man of choice "baby" like it was his name or a substitute for "love" when you can't quite spit out the word. I like the way the british call each other "love" but for hours before I actually spoke it I was naming him "baby" sweetly in my head and I don't know it just feels right.
In this past week, I have accepted that though I like to think I live my life without shame, in reality I care very much what others think of me.
Baby, I don't know what I want to give you more... a calzone, or a Joni Mitchell CD.
All I really really want our love to do
is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again...
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
In this past evening, I listened to Joni Mitchell's album "Blue" on vinyl, 3 times through, while creating three superb vegan broccoli pesto calzones.
In this past day, I read about asbestos abatement and phone sales tactics, and asked intelligent & thorough questions to my boss, whom I think was pleased.
In this past weekend I started calling my young man of choice "baby" like it was his name or a substitute for "love" when you can't quite spit out the word. I like the way the british call each other "love" but for hours before I actually spoke it I was naming him "baby" sweetly in my head and I don't know it just feels right.
In this past week, I have accepted that though I like to think I live my life without shame, in reality I care very much what others think of me.
Baby, I don't know what I want to give you more... a calzone, or a Joni Mitchell CD.
All I really really want our love to do
is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again...
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free