In Control
In Control
It was a dark and stormy morning. Came home soaked after taking the dogs for a short walk. Shed my jeans in the kitchen and walked around in tights and a rather long tee shirt — a semi-country version of Elaine Stritch. Only less glam. And with no acting ability. But, with all immodesty, the gams are comparable. Better go put on some pants.
(Image of poster from IMBD.)
Something about nothing appeals deeply. The simple, the uncomplicated, the everyday. Not waiting for the big things but reveling in what’s at hand, and looking forward to more of the same.
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