It feels like Christmas Eve here.
I can't sleep.
I know he's on his way.
I'm counting hours.
I still need to vacuum.
He won't care if I vacuum.
I've got to go to sleep, so I can get up in the morning.
I've got to shave my legs.
He's on his way!
~Emily
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment