August 9, 2010
OK LA, I don’t hate you anymore. I almost love you.
I loved the AK47 lamp and the Holocaust memorial, I loved Gail’s house even though I didn’t sleep well, her house was a work of art. I loved the woman pushing her two dogs in a stroller through Nordstroms, I loved the cheese and meat plate and the calamari and martinis we had at the Whisper Lounge and that the maitre d came over and asked if I was Chantal. I loved that my daughter loves us again, especially her father. I loved how she looked at him and how happy she was to see us and that she shared the earrings I gave her with her friend Julie. I loved her friend Danielle who made me laugh. Hard.
I love the dishes we splurged on, it made the rustic plum cake taste even better and I didn’t think that was possible.
I love being home.
And did I mention, how much I love
you Mr Dishwasher?
Planting Along The Verge 
oh I'm so happy to read all that love…
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This made me happy.
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I'm loving this. Thanks for giving it out.
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oh, wonderful….thank you…
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Thank you All!
I love that you all come by and say hello.
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You and Mr. Tearful make my world a far more interesting place than it used to be. That frog plate is astounding.
r
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Miss R, we feel exactly that way about you!
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reading this is a balm. thanks for writing it down and sending it out.
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thanks for reading D.
the weekend was a balm. much needed and so appreciated.
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beautiful blog..pls visit mine and be a follower.. thanks and God bless..
http://forlots.blogspot.com/
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