In the elevator just now, a fellow passenger smelled like hospital. Interesting how that scent can cause such a pit in my stomach even though I haven't spent much time in hospitals at all.
I bought a new blush today. Pink and shiny, smells of sun tan oil and sand. I rubbed some of it on the back of my hand. It looks like a twelve year old's blush, a little too cheerful for its own good, but I guess in at least that one small way, I'm still like the little girl I was then, eager for pretty, optimistic things.
Though it's sunny now, it was rainy this morning and I wore my pink rain boots to work, and thought maybe it would be a good day.
3 comments:
Ahh, so good with your words!
33 days until I sse you!!!!!
How come ya wouldn't wear pink boots when ya were alittle girl or any boots for that matter:)Lovemom
Can you send some of the cheerful weather this way please?! Good to hear things are going well with you!
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