This is the last one, I promise. (Cara Scissoria greeting cards) Tickles my fancy as I'm sitting here watching/listening to the replay of the 9/11 news. My whole body is droopy and exhausted from worry about our Proud country.
I've ridden horses most of my life and only find true happiness with like-minded friends. I play cello, but very badly. I swear like a sailor, thanks to my Mother. I can belch disgustingly. I still seem to be living through these hot-flashes and have my Obama sticker on my bumper.