Sunday, June 8, 2008
Self control.
It is 91 degrees inside my apartment with 90% humidity, and there is a Mister Softee ice cream truck parked outside of my building, its Siren song tempting me non-stop with the promise of cold, delicious bliss. To be honest, I don't know which is having the bigger influence on my not giving myself over to creamy oblivion: trying to keep the Sabbath, or the fact that I just ate like a pint of chocolate chip ice cream out of the carton not 20 minutes ago.
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That's just lovely about the ice cream. Really, just lovely...but honestly, let's talk about your hair. Let's see those pictures.
ReplyDeleteYou make me laugh. And I agree, we need to see some hair pics!! Did you do it??
ReplyDeleteI agree with Tam-Tam...Let's see those pics! I can't wait to see how cute you look with your new do! :)
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