Not For Lack Of Trying
I couldn't collect a thought and write a coherent sentence today if it meant saving my immortal soul.
That one didn't count.
I couldn't collect a thought and write a coherent sentence today if it meant saving my immortal soul.
posted by Dixie at 11:29 PM
Can a woman from Mississippi meet and marry a German quadriplegic, move there without first knowing the language, leave behind all she's known and loved and be forced to live without Hellmann's mayonnaise, stores open on Sundays, southern accents, magnolias, and her beloved family and friends nearby? Sure. Is it easy? Not really. Is it worth it? Most definitely.
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4Comments:
Such is the cycle of my brain, too much to say, another day, not a thing. I hope you have a great day, full of blissful empty non-coherent thoughts.
Our mortal souls will be roasting together, then, because I can't ...
I forgot what I was going to say.
I like limes.
Heh. Monkeys.
Even you can't be a genius EVERY day!
I'm still laughing at Robin's comment about the monkeys.
You know my feelings on times like these Dixie!!!!!!!
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