hello stranger.

made lunch. breaded pork chop and rice. and cheese pimiento sandwiches later in the afternoon. Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks - the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and downticks- the itch tag at the back of your collar- that happened to every person in the course of the day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day. Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Oh yeah maybe. happy 15th month angelo. iloveyou. i'm still hoping for the same afternoons in amapola, wherever we may go. -- am bloated. i honestly am hoping for the best. am not ready for a mini me yet.