Spinach Frittata, Usher – There Goes My Baby & Yvonne’s Comment
This is me grovelling.This is me saying I’m sorry. “Sorry, Mr. Woo.”Sometimes I’m not so good at being a wife.Sometimes I’m tired and I just can’t. Sometimes I’m mean, and I…
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This is me grovelling.This is me saying I’m sorry. “Sorry, Mr. Woo.”Sometimes I’m not so good at being a wife.Sometimes I’m tired and I just can’t. Sometimes I’m mean, and I…
I have this little girl, who is the bee’s knees.I love her till the end of forever. But, this little girl, has a bit of an old soul. She’s so…
“You know little Woo’s, this ‘I’m bored’ bit, is getting old.” I say to a crowd of children who are blatantly ignoring me.”How in the world can you be bored? You have…
Has somebody ever told you something, that sprang from their lips, drifted through the air, and just smack dab slapped you in the face like a sack of potatoes?I mean…
The house is clean. Did you hear me?THE HOUSE IS CLEAN!!!!Well . . . . .except for those papers that were crammed into the armoire. . . .and the bills…