When things get to much; when the last piece of the puzzle won't fit and you find out you have to demolish half the jigsaw - or your high cabinets - to make it fit; when your new carpenter says: you might want to leave for a while, it's good to have an escape, a hideaway on a desert isle to run to... or maybe just the nearest beach.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Finding my happy place
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I've been reading with awe that you hadn't gone a little crazy before these last few days. You were definitely due. But from what I've seen of the pics so far, it's gorgeous.
I'm extrememly jealous of your happy place. I could lounge there for days.
now don't go remodeling that beach area too, you know!
Or you could go to a friendly neighbor's house and drown your sorrows in good wine!! The shot of the beach is awesome - but I don't see The Guy's sleeping bag!
Or you could go to a friendly neighbor's house and drown your sorrows in good wine!! The shot of the beach is awesome - but I don't see The Guy's sleeping bag!
Dearest Anon
Need alcohol right now!
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