Sunday Coffee, Coupons And Chas

Don’t feel like a movie, writing wrules… rules.

Had to turn the fan back on as humidity drops preparing for what’s to come at close to 100

Remembering being a kid and hot summer days never holding me back from playing. Just haven’t seen it in a while and not in the mood.

Thoughts run through and keep running but I don’t know if I want to tell the world all of it while the guy downstairs is outside smoking, filtering up it stinks

Let’s see where poetic license gets me

I knew before you admitted to the world what’s not to love it’s forever

Always loved the art on your walls the fun when you could admit you did too

Seeing eye to eye yes

What about me well like you guys do it for me I know it, I know me, no matter what I’ve been through they’re not all crumbs (I hope)

I’ve seen good ones around at least evidence thereof Hello Dolly the place is crawling with them

Good enough

What else

Thoughts that ran through have lifted because I love being me

Wouldn’t trade what I know, no

Fun

Unfaithful intern, doctor, shame on you we’re both women, that’s my husband

Sucker punches, you’re on the floor

Real husbands could be a weekly show

Let’s see

Fixed the picture frames

Two cappuccinos

Sunday paper, eh

Exercise

Yeah, you know what I mean

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