Owen's coming in the deep dark quiet; he's headed this way.
Might be a little quiet here at Blessourhearts today. That boy requires a lot of attention.
That's all right. I don't have much to say anyway.
Just this- people I have met through this blog continue to have me on my knees with amazement.
Not to pray about them. (You.) Just knocked right down with the very essence of strength and resilience and the ability to still laugh.
I am so glad we've met.
Yours truly...Ms. Moon
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Don't tell BabyMama you're on your knees; she's already suspicious.
I mean, about the whole "being worshiped thing", not the...other thing.
I'll just get back to work now.
Magnum- I am so glad you cleared that up for us.
I love cheese toast.
I love you and I talked to the Clark Kent foot crusher about you today and how you said MRSA on the phone then you got real quiet like you were sorry you had said it and then you said OH GOD and I tried to get your very gentle (almost invisible) accent in there as I was telling and he laughed he really laughed at me and showed me all the medical papers to convince me etc. Soon you will be famous here.
xo
Ms. Fleur- Who doesn't? Especially cut into small pieces and eaten with a toothpick!
Madame King- Haha! My accent is NOT almost invisible. It's so thick it IS visible. Which I do not worry about one bit. I'm glad you and the foot-crusher could have something to laugh about and MOSTLY I'm glad you do not have MRSA.
I could barely hear your accent. Truly. And I have a good ear for these kinds of things. You have a beautiful voice. Just like you.
xoxox
Madame King- And so do you.
One day I'm coming to your house for some biscuits and eggs and we'll sit on the porch and shoot the shit.
Really.
XX Beth
Thanks so much for being here. You are special.
Owen is getting more and more adorable. If that is even possible.
Beth Coyote- Come on. I always have eggs and buttermilk at the ready.
Syd- So are you, baby. So are you.
Angie- He's a hoot.
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