
Shhh.....
Don't tell on me that I tiptoed in here.
Or that I stepped out front to take a photo of this while it was still blooming ...
I'm supposed to be resting.
And I am. And I'm sniffing. And I'm blowing. And I'm miserable. Just ask my neighbor who saw me outside in my robe with my disheveled hair and puffy eyes. Trust me - NOT a pretty sight. Poor guy.
But that's okay. This virus will go away. No big deal. Easy come, easy go.
AND I'm drinking hot tea because it is good for me. Which is a big deal for me because I don't like hot tea. I'm definitely a coffee kind of girl.
But I miss YOU.
So tell me a story. Please?
Who was your first crush? Mine was on the boy who lived next door. If you stood on our front porch facing the street, he lived to the right. He had the most gorgeous wavy dark hair and dreamy brown eyes. He was tall and lanky and a few years older than me. His name was Gilbert. I was so weak in the knees over him. I think I was all of eleven, although I'm not really sure. All I know is that I wanted sooooo much for him to like me. I would hang out on our sidewalk - the same sidewalk that I roller skated, hula hooped, and hopscotched on - and as he played football in his front yard, I would twirl around and around and around while stealing glances his way to see if he noticed me.
He never knew I existed.
Sigh.
I wonder where he is now? I guess he's all grown up too.
How about you? Tell me all about it.
I've got plenty of time.
;-)
Kim