My Candied Men usually don't wear so much clothing, but David Williams is a stone-cold fox. He could be my Candy Man every week. And, I need him now more than ever.Because right now, I'm enervated. Everything is getting on my absolute last nerve. My weekend was anything but restorative and now I'm back under a mountain of stuff to get done. So, until David knocks on my door, hands me a cold beer and offers to rub my feet, I'm fussy. Wolfman, take me away!!
I can't help it, I need more!!
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2 comments:
Oh, I like how you think, Heidi.
"...So, until David knocks on my door, hands me a cold beer and offers to rub my feet, I'm fussy..."
It's okay to be fussy and feisty too, me thinks. :-)
Sorry about that pile. Urgh. Argh.
Thanks, Neve. Glad to hear someone else understands.
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