Swimming in Love
MCARP has a new “infatuation”, a teen crush that he’s all hush-hush about because it’s about him and not the anonymous her. Of course, he also has a dream about drowning that wakes him up. Calling Sigmond, Calling Dr. Freud.
Flibbertigibbit
I follow her on Twitter and I read her blog and I’m one of the boys she’s left behind (I’m L2 in fact), but now we’ve all been left behind by her love for her new 3G phone fueled by raises and bonuses in the oil and gas business.
MindOverMary with LongRydeHome
KO starts the year very perky and then goes to Eureka Springs, Ark., spontaneously and gets elliptical again talking about the joys of being in a new town where no one knows your name.
Baby sister does the holidays with panache: one drunk girlfriend falls face first off a barstool at their favorite watering hole and her son in law gets in a barroom brawl over the unwanted advances of an endangered pipsqueak towards his wife, sister and motherinlaw at the same bar. Only Mary could make this sound like a fun time and make me laugh about it.
It’s not love. But it is all about me.
You could at least cut off the date on that picture so I wouldn’t be reminded how good I once looked.
It’s all about me. Also.
I agree, Nina. You are much much better looking now than you were then. Just send the newer pics to me and I’ll be glad to use the one with you in the bustier wielding the riding crop… er … TMI? … er … maybe the one of you in a cap you use for your Twitter avatar?
John
MCARP
It can only be about you in the sense that you are one with the universe, in which case, everything is about you, including these very words.
Ugh. I just creeped myself out thinking about what it would be like if everything really was about … nevermind.
john