Man, I hate it when you get a big ol' bag of Hershey's Kisses for Valentine's Day from your mother and you can't keep your hands out of them and like three times this morning you've managed to chew up the little piece of paper along with the kiss.
Rephrasing:
Man, I LOVE it when I get a big ol' bag of Hershey's Kisses for Valentine's Day from my mother.
I HATE it that I can't keep my hands out of them.
I also hate it when I chew up the little piece of paper.
There.
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
Monday, February 14, 2005
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