Thanks for inviting us on your walk to the mailbox! I very much enjoyed splashing through the puddles like the 5 year old I really am at heart. Glad you had this precious cozy day, and that you shared it. ♥
And I am glad that you came along with me my dear, hand in hand and swinging our arms and giggling like little girls, clutching our bags of precious handpicked rocks.
If only to thump little boys on the top of their heads with, of course. As they lay unconscious in a pool of sticky congealing blood in the playground by the swings, we can steal their virginity! Oops, I mean their recess snacks!
No you didn't tell me about him but I am going to google him RIGHT! NOW! And let him know that decades later, you are still telling tales about him and he will hunt you down for sport and push you down and kiss you!
I was six when I chased him up the hill away from school, knocked him down and kissed him on the neck... Fast forward about 10 years to high school when someone introduced me in the hallway to a nice clean cut young man named Peter Allen. I remembered him. And it was obvious that he remembered me! One of life's most embarrassing moments!
Glad you had this precious cozy day, and that you shared it. ♥
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ps that was not a typo, I have always called triangles 'tringles' don't ask me why.
Oh yeah. because I am a bit of an idiot.
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Then we'll steal their snacks!
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I was six when I chased him up the hill away from school, knocked him down and kissed him on the neck...
Fast forward about 10 years to high school when someone introduced me in the hallway to a nice clean cut young man named Peter Allen. I remembered him. And it was obvious that he remembered me!
One of life's most embarrassing moments!
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