A Story about Pens
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6 comments:
Wait. I'm confused. Wasn't Saturday night the sleek, straight coif that I wasn't staring at through a jealous haze?
Good Lord I thought that top picture was Chip for a second.
i was just thinking today how sweet it is that chip is always taking your picture. that dude loves you.
His love for me is rivaled only by his love for taking pictures. It's a dangerous combination.
The title refers to any Saturday night, I think, although these pictures are from a few weeks ago when we went out with Di.
Reminds me of Bwana primping here in Naples. The worst part was when Ella walked him singing into his brush-microphone...
I'm thinking Phillip is envious of my wide repertoire of Broadway show tunes...and for the record, I had a string of bad hair days...I missed that special mojo you get from the chi hair dryer...
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