One of these days I will stop
hurting those who love me. I will know my own head, I will know my own heart. No
more ups and downs and second guesses. Until then I am just me. I am flawed, I
am weak, I strong, I am confused, in the end I always listen to my gut. Take me
as I am, not what I can be. Cause we have no clue if my heart will ever steady
out.

The choice was made, off to the store I must set. The
choice of which was not really one to be made. The lack of TP was keenly felt.
SO off we walked to the storm enjoying the grey skies and the seagulls circling
over head. T'was a fine adventure. Once we left the store with our goods in
hands we were distraught over a such a sight! Tis was pouring and raining sleets
upon sleets. So this fair lady took one look at her babe and made into such a
game. We laughed and we played. We splashed and we got sprayed. Then we arrived
at our destination. We dashed into our home shook off our clothes then snuggled
under the blankets. T'was an adventure that epics are made of.