Shower Notes
Heart Shaped Hamburgers
You wear the top, I'll wear the bottoms
Pillow Talks
Making Forts
Slow Dancing in the kitchen
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Rules for My Unborn Son
334. Hold doors, pull out chairs, and easy on the swears.
335. If you're good at something, never do it for free.
328. Write down your dreams.
323. If the maitre d' mistakes you for someone famous, there's no rush to correct him.
321. When it comes to opening presents, no one like a good guesser.
318. Don't gloat. A good friend will do it for you.
317. Don't tip the owner. A handshake will do.
316. Don't stare directly into a dog's eyes.
290. Order dessert.
281. You aren't done raking until you've played in the leaf pile.
268. Watch your language at the ballgame.
187. Smile at pretty girls.
186. Have a favorite song. It doesn't have to be hip. (the best ones never are.)
Monday, November 2, 2009
Come Home
You say that to me everyday. You tell me to come home.
Baby, I can't right now. Just a few more days. It make's it harder to be away from you. You know I don't want to be gone. I love you and want to be with you. I promise it will be worth it. I'm doing this for us. I want us to be happier.
Soon baby, soon. I'll be back again very soon.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
That little bubble dress
This dress...
Or this dress...
And these shoes!
Or Her dress and her shoes, and her bag.
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