(Sexy n' he knows it...)
I love ya.
You bring memories of my Sister & I laying out mattresses and pretending we're participating in gymnastic events. Pretty sure...we deserved...Gold. Definitely.
Dear Fresh Spun Sugar Candle,
So, this is love!
You're so thick, curly, and long, that I can barely put you in a top knot. You fall to the side & I end up looking like "Ma Kettle".
I don't care what anyone says, you're not bothersome. Keep on cricket...ing?
Dear Energy Surge,
Thank you. I owe my clean house, all to you.