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growing up. learning to sing. being happy. playing harriet the spy. climbing trees. writing songs. all things that happened in a house numbered 903. tree climbing and other nonsense continued here and at www.courtneyolson.com |
i got an attitude adjustment last night with an evening phone call that began with the words, “is it too late to wish you a happy valentine’s day?”
i shouldn’t say this out loud. it’s too soon. and i have no idea how this second go-round will pan out. but i might marry him someday.
happy day after valentine’s day.
