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Friday, May 16, 2014

The Language of Love

I love the Captain and can't imagine sailing into the sunset without him.  But there comes a time in a woman's life when romance is best when you don't know what they're saying.  Join me at the Huffington Post and take a cruise down the river of forgotten toenail clippings.
Dream a little dream with me.

1 comment:

Lisa said...

My husband can curl my toes by speaking to me in Italian - i know what you speak of!