Sunshine please


Some of this would be nice around now.
I would like some warmth to go with it too.



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  1. HilaryAugust 11, 2011 at 2:53 AM

    Sending sunshine your way! Or at least I'm trying!

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  2. KristenAugust 11, 2011 at 4:51 AM

    phew! I kept trying to see your blog yesterday and it said you made it private and I almost had a heart attack and I kept stalking you and then I decided to go send you a message on twitter because I was so anxious to see ALL your thoughts and then I thought I would check back here one more time and then I was finally able to see your sunshine and NOW I AM HAPPY. Thank you. Kristen

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  3. AnnaAugust 11, 2011 at 11:22 AM

    Thanks Hilary, I really need some!! This winter seems so long!
    Kristen- I just had some issues with Spam, so closed it until I had time to clean it up. Blog about a bloke is on FB, I did update there!! I am still getting used to Twitter LOL!! xoxox

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