VaVaVooom, Dennis. I owe you one, buddy!
Some formal to-do. Ruth feels a little washed out. Between the curtains and her date, she's upstaged by stripes.
Say Ruth, how do you feel about swimming pools? I don't like all this sand between my *%$#.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Salad Days
When I picture my parents in my mind's eye, it's always kinda old. Not OLD. But my age now. Mid thirties, car, mortgage, going to work hungover, you know--those years. I wasn't around when they first met. When they started dating. When they were in love like crazy teenaged kids. So I don't have much to say about that. I'll let these pictures speak for themselves...
VaVaVooom, Dennis. I owe you one, buddy!
Some formal to-do. Ruth feels a little washed out. Between the curtains and her date, she's upstaged by stripes.
Say Ruth, how do you feel about swimming pools? I don't like all this sand between my *%$#.
VaVaVooom, Dennis. I owe you one, buddy!
Some formal to-do. Ruth feels a little washed out. Between the curtains and her date, she's upstaged by stripes.
Say Ruth, how do you feel about swimming pools? I don't like all this sand between my *%$#.
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