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Whether you've just now tuned in to my life, or have been keeping up with my inner thoughts for quite some time now,
I welcome you.

Though you may or may not be entertained by my thoughts, it is for MYSELF that I pen a blog.

As a writer, I enjoy expressing myself.
When I write long romance novels, I am inside my head so much, I forget to focus on reality.

By writing once and a while on my blog, when the mood hits me, I have the freedom to come and go.
To pull up a chair and order lemonade or an ice cream sundae.
To either gobble it down, or eat it ever so slowly...

...until it melts into a concoction that resembles mushy milk.

Pull up a chair! Have a read. I hope you enjoy it.
I do...and that's what really matters.







Sunday, February 15, 2009

Clothes for Grandbabies

I'd like to get a doll. One that laughs and blinks and has movable appendages.
Hanging in a closet in the guest room are three little infant outfits I just love and can't part with. I'm saving them for a future granddaughter...(hint!)
One is a pink dress with an embroidered bodice. One is a pair of pink, corduroy overalls. The last is a fluffy white bunting that exclaims 'Baby's First Christmas.'
If I had a baby granddaughter (or son), I wouldn't need a doll.
I have no grandchild (yet), I have no doll, I have none.
I will go to the toy store soon and remedy the situation.
...(my husband and I await patiently for the grand-babies to arrive)...
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