He will not go quietly. He knows who he is. So does Bug.
It's flattering, and heartfelt, and sweet. But I can't keep pending my life trying to decide. I have decided. I'M THE DECIDER. You'd think a Republican would get that.
And I love him for it. Which only makes it harder.
I will treat him to lunch and let him have his say. But I have decided. Just so we're all clear. Sort of. Pretty much. Well, yes, I have - really.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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That is him for you!!!! But I will always miss U there!
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