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Michelle wore a gingham blouse and high-heeled gingham shoes. She painted my nails in sound check. She spilled some on her jeans.

My little baby moved out on Thursday. The first night, I cried myself to sleep. Wet hot tears all down my face and into my pillow. The second night I was awake all night thinking of the possibilities, oh the endless possibilities. The third night I felt like a young girl with my new boyfriend. It's just me and Mikey's place now. We are honeymooners ( Read more... )

Next time you say 'wear the gold dress go on, wear the gold dress', I'm going to believe you.

Today is the worst day of the summer, thus far. It is so hot and the humidity is head crushing. We are languid, yet cranky. Almost beaten. We lay about with frowns. Yesterday, my friend rang me up crying her eyes out saying her husband had hurt her maybe even beat her. I said did he beat you with a fist? If he made a fist and hit you I'm coming ( Read more... )

This is the last day of our summer holiday. It is raining and the frogs are calling in the yard. They are going mental, as a matter of fact. The word for the season would be socialise. Because we have had more visitors and have visited more people in this past week than in the last maybe million years? I bought clogs in the sales and I've been ( Read more... )

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We've been in the country. I'm brown as a berry now because the car broke down between two small towns. Miles and miles of nothing but trees. And very hot, at least 36 degrees it was half past four late in the day. We'd been to see the old relos. Poor Aunty Joyce they put her in a home. They had no choice but she can't accept it. She won't accept ( Read more... )