Friday, August 17, 2007

#8: Please let something fabulous happen to that poor lady at the WaWa who kept getting screwed over while she was trying to get gas for her car

Back from vacation. My hostess wrote my childhood nickname in the sand by my beach chair while I was swimming. Another literal sign, unasked for, but being loved by the people you love is always the most wonderful thing.

Until tomorrow.

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