Monday, July 28, 2008

"... 'cause baby, it's you..."

News flash:

It seems that I like taking care of people.

Just call me Florence NightenSally.

It's amazing that when you care about someone, you don't mind cleaning out his cuts and scrapes because you don't think his blood and guts are nasty. You're too worried about him being in pain from getting all banged up.

You stop caring about looking perfect.

You don't mind when your hair gets messed up because he is playing with it.

You stop worrying about having lipstick on because you know he's going to kiss it off anyway.

I just had to let this out.

Now, back to snarky, political musings. Maybe... :-)

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