Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Matthew 11:28 (context)
Real men wear lip gloss.
Three-ply tissues with aloe and Vitamin E are slices of heaven.
Carrot cake >>> limp salad for lunch.
Is it Friday yet? WHY NOT?
Lasagna for dinner Friday!
Why do snippets of songs you hardly know always get stuck in your head?
How many hairs do we lose in the shower?
How is it you never see guy hairs, but gal hairs get all over?
Do guys lose less hair in the shower than gals?
I think I would like being on jury duty.
Everybody in the world is sleep deprived. America must be sleep deprived if we are too sleepy for sex.
I seem to have recovered from our jaunt home last week, at least as far as jet-lag is concerned. Yet my capacity to ache for home and weep at leaving still amazes me; five years of leaving should have built some callus, but instead it seems to just rub this wound raw more and more. A short visit just tantalizes and reinforces my resolve to return home one day.