Feeling better

By this evening, I was feeling quite a bit better which accommodated a therapy session at the nearby Frogurt with the girls-  indeed the best ever; for nothing can take the place of girl tattle. Only the "leather" mini sofas hold the secrets of a girls heart. Many moments of laughs and plain old dirt bag ranting and raving have fallen into the crevices of that furniture...sure hope the stitching holds up, to unloose the threads that holds all secrets would be the next best selling Harpo book club novel....


then again, I could be rich






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