Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
While you are dear to me Witchhead, I don't want to know about your nebular. Just make sure you give it a good scrub daily. All will be well.
Watch the glass door on your way out HawtAndrew!
Dear Dear Coppy,There is nothing 'nebulous' about you at all. Astronomically Twinkly yes.
Rigel? You've dragged that redheaded alien from Farscape into your quadrant of the solar system?!Yep, knew you coppertops stuck together :P
It looks vaguely familiar. The contents of my stomach (mainly whiskey, Baileys and beef pies) after Christmas Day spiralling down the bog, I think.
We have a blog post up right now that I think might please you;)
Annie O, what can I say, I am a galaxy in motion.Jayne, talk about ruin the mood! Wasn't Rigel the toady looking alien? I can't remember, being too busy looking at the earthman.Kindly Fleetwood, the giver of a home to any pusspuss that passes by even if they're obviously preggers.Muriels, pregant or sold the house?I'll be right over.
You look beautiful.
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