Monday, August 07, 2006

Love is...

...walking into the house in front of your husband and feel him reach out and snatch the moth that hitched a ride inside via your hair and hear your husband rejoice as he throws the moth outside before the door is closed.
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2 comments:

  1. Thérèse8/08/2006 07:26:00 AM

    Hee.

    Hee hee.

    I once read that a moth is a butterfly who gave all his colours away. Sad, sad, moth-butterfly.

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  2. Minoa8/08/2006 07:50:00 AM

    I commented about you all over Ikey's blog. Well...on the first page.... Like, on the videos of you.

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