Saturday, January 1, 2011
You know that Joni Mitchell song Blue?
Didn't put up much of a Christmas show, but still taking down the antique glass ornaments was enough to make me wish there was a kind of Prozac for my wounded heart. Each tiny egg must be blanketed in acid free tissue and then organized in honeycomb boxes. My fingers ached from mowing the front lawn... Sign in
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