I don’t pick friends.
I develop relationships.
I like the idea of creating and evolving,
Not something comparable to noses and wedgies.
You, my friends, are not boogers or underwear.
But that little fella on the bottom looks quite at ease.
I don’t pick friends.
I develop relationships.
I like the idea of creating and evolving,
Not something comparable to noses and wedgies.
You, my friends, are not boogers or underwear.
But that little fella on the bottom looks quite at ease.
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I think he’s trying to avoid you.
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Daggone it….
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That’s me, diving headfirst!
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Hahahahahahahahaha! 😉
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Oh my goodness! I’m so glad I don’t remind you of a booger or a wedgie! A robin is something I wouldn’t mind reminding someone of. . . 🙂
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A little brown and dark bird hopping around does come to mind! 🙂
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I like the way your mind works, Colleen! Such a sincere and thoughtful expression, delivered in a way that really made me laugh!
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I’m glad you enjoyed it Debra….sometimes these thoughts just live in my head until I get them out like this. 😉
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Ha!
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