Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Crazy Days

Oh dear, mercy me. I am so so sick of not knowing where I am going to end up. I am tired of looking at my life inside these plastic buckets. Oh please oh please just let me find some place to just "be".

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You're going to end up in Virginia with me. We're going to sit in rockers on the front porch. I'll be fiddle you grab the jug! If the menfolk come, that's alright, otherwise we'll be just fine.