don't they know i can count...

i see the cold winds outside staring at me. daring me to be brave enough to walk out my front door. but i'm not playing that game today. instead i'm staying in where the warm air from the furnace dries out my skin

and

sends dirty dog smells through the air reminding me she needs a spa appointment.

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i'm behind

i have closets that still need to be emptied

and

drawers

that are scary enough to be the lead roles in an upcoming horror film

begging me to visit. and i might. or i might just sit and finish the book i'm reading that had me crying in the back of the airplane sunday night.

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i didn't want to sit in the 14th row flying home. only because it's the last row next to the only bathroom and the seats don't recline.

technically it's the 13th row. do they really think we can't count. that we won't realize it's the 13th row and that someone is just playing the superstitious game with us. little do they know that in our house 13 is a lucky number. na na na na boo boo.

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yeah. my love for flying went out the window a long long time ago.

i know i know. if you've seen one sunset you've seen them all.

somehow with sunsets though that lingo doesn't work for me. just like snowflakes i believe that everyday when the sun goes down

it's in a different costume than the day before

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now granted

as much fun as it was to watch my hubby catch snowflakes on his tongue a few posts back

i'd give that up in a heartbeat

to be front and center

for this kind of onstage performance night after night

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want the seat next to me

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