if you kiss a frog... ...ah... ...he turns into a prince?
What do I want with a prince? Will he cook me sloppy joes after a hard day hauling dirt in the back slopes? And surprise me with ice cream sandwiches for dessert?
* Life is change.
** Born in New Jersey. (A Jersey Girl, but I don't know "What Exit".) I went to college in Iowa. (NOT in a cornfield, but close.) I was a New Yorker. The proverbial Struggling Actor in Manhattan, and surviving pretty well for 20-something-ish years (I *heart* New York.)
*** Now I live below the Mason-Dixon line. (But I'm born and bred a YANKEE.)
***For awhile, I was an avid-almost-rabid runner, running WITH my camera much of the time. I have been experiencing some "aging ? and other issues", but I still doggedly clod-hoppily-plod my way through events, camera usually in hand. Now I'm even SLOWER than I used to be. *** :-P ***
** I used to help socialize local humane society cats in their foster home, and take photos for the website, but my Haven kitties moved to a farm in Virginia in May 2018. ~meow~
Awaiting my next incarnation, or not....***
I still have a phondness for photography & a recurring Flickr Addiction, so go see my photos!
3 comments:
if you kiss a frog....
Um... what happened to the last patio? Maybe you can go into the landscaping biz after all this....
if you kiss a frog...
...ah...
...he turns into a prince?
What do I want with a prince? Will he cook me sloppy joes after a hard day hauling dirt in the back slopes? And surprise me with ice cream sandwiches for dessert?
(Like Jamie did tonight?)
:-)
*jeanne*
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