The movers have come and gone, depositing in our new garage box upon box filled with a mishmash of clothes, books, and other things we'd stored away and did without for the past couple of weeks--or longer in the case of items that were packed away for storage in order to prepare for showing our Virginia house. At first, it was sort of like Christmas, only the items were not brand new. I don't think The Governor has opened a couple of boxes of toys, and the day when his toy trucks that are used to unearth dirt is probably going to be a momentuous occasion in the grand scheme of things.
The sun dances across my wood floors in my morning kitchen, and while it's filled with scraps of paper, wiring, and dirty dishes, it's still beautiful to me. I enjoy the feel of the wood against the soles of my bare feet and I love the sounds of my footfalls as I root around my kitchen for a mug for coffee. I'm thinking this is a sign that I'm...home.
Posted by equilibrium-girl at August 5, 2006 11:13 PMPenis size is the unwritten measure of masculinity and virility and viewed as and indicator of the ability to please sexually.
Posted by: vimax at September 11, 2006 06:42 AM