There are lollipops in the air of which I have never tasted, and this from a girl that does not like sweets. I have Oreos for breakfast and happily dunk them in my coffee, just like the Atlanta days when we would watch transvestite wannabe fashion designers come home early in the morning, some looking prettier than us.
But I am happy this morning and I can look up with half washed hair and present myself, not because I am so great, but because He is.
H.A. 3/2/2010
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