*Bounces in jauntily*
Ahhh, Mr. Blog,
You look nice today. Not everyone can pull off a green cardigan like that.
So I slept and slept and slept. Dreamed I was back with Theresa flight attending.
We were on a layover and slept over at some one's big messy house.
We couldn't find our uniforms in the mess and put on these mini-dresses from the sixties.
Mine was orange and purple paisley, my mom's colors that I would NEVER wear, and I
had on black tights and looked young and trim and cute.
But this person had babies and wanted us to change and dress them. Hahaha.
So I feel like a million bucks today.
Like a piece of toast fresh and hot and crispy from the toaster.
I'm gonna go look for some butter!
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