A girlfriend of mine has a husband who is a Navy pilot. Yesterday, I tried to contact her about arranging a time to pick up a scrapbooking order of mine that came in. She emails me back...
I'll have to let you know when we'll be home. [Husband] is flying up to Maine to get us lobster on Thursday, so I'm not sure what time we'll be eating.
Now, how many people can say that?
"I get something out of them. When I feel down, I like to treat myself. Clothes never look any good, and food just makes me fatter, but shoes always fit." In Her Shoes ~Jennifer Weiner
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
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