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New Year Predictions
For Christmas, he gave me a sled, a dog, and a ring.
January, it rained. The dog ran away. That should have told me something.
We had never met before the sledding party. Ran into each other there and fell head over heels.
The days and nights are equal lengths tonight and I’ll start being good. By mid-summer, I’ll be a paragon. Then the nights get longer.
If I’m in for life, and I live to be eighty and I’m fifteen now, how many games of Solitaire will I play if I play a hundred games a day?
Change for the better
I put a fifty in the collection plate. She smiled at me, and I forgot to take back four tens. We married in May. Worth every cent.
Cat, when I said I wished you had a friend to play with, I didn’t mean a mouse.
Everything is so beautiful and simple here at the bottom of the pool.
I think I’ll stay.
Thunder and rain after a drought, and the collective sigh of the grass.
By sheer luck, I was on Don’s murder jury. I talked the others down from Death to 20 years. Least I could do, since I was the real killer.
10pm. We knock on the door and run to the treehouse, giggling.
Midnight. A knock at the treehouse door.
Peace at Last
I’d trade all the SuperBowls ever played to have Jennie back, complaining about my watching them.
He could have put the ring on time payments. If he only had, he wouldn’t be holding up the rose garden and I wouldn’t have an aching back. Men!
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