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It’s like I don’t trust anyone else, but I can’t go back to robbing banks before seeing her for my nine week trim. Eat the brownies for breakfast, drink that bottle of wine for lunch, and buy that monkey picture that no one will understand, but you love it more than Monet’s, Walk in the Garden. After the teacher told me upon pick-up of my kids today, to make sure and not bring them next week for spring break, I decided I have to find alternative plans for them. May the good times begin…and may Monday not find them in my office as I begin the work week.

Anyway, time passes and he turns five and decides he doesn’t like me. He wouldn’t let me sit near him, look at him… He just didn’t like me anymore. Then he looked at me with those light brown eyes with five freckles marking the bridge of his nose and said, ‘I hope you don’t die tonight’.

Or maybe you don’t ask anything, ignore your mother’s voice saying ‘you’ll get fat, then you won’t be eating that junk’. Or maybe take you off the course of something that wasn’t so good. It’s so nice to finally release my stories to readers and wait to hear what they got from it. It’s release day for me, and I’m always anxious to see the reviews.

We all know that Valentine’s Day and me aren’t friends. It’s like Cupid circles my head and shoots flaming darts. Valentine’s Day is going to become one less rocking day to her, as well. Then my littlest boy comes to me and hands me 3 Valentine’s cards he received.