“When a guy [or gal] is happily married, no matter what happens at work, no matter what happens in the rest of the day, there’s a shelter when you get home, there’s a knowledge that you can hug somebody without them throwing you down the stairs and saying “Get your hands off me”. Being married...
Monthly Archives: September 2010Dance like the photo’s not being tagged, Love like you’ve never been unfriended, Tweet like nobody’s following. Well, I don’t Tweet but I’ve got nothing against all the others. Via Post Secret on Facebook. I inherited the paternal portions of chromosomes carrying the genes for height, and especially those for leg length. I am the possessor of two very noodle-like pairs of limbs which makes the hyperbole “legs to her armpits”, well, not much of a hyperbole in my case. Saying that my legs are long is somewhat of... |




