Home. Where my memories are stored. Where my secrets are kept. Where I met most of my favorite peeps. Where my mom makes dinner. Where my kids beg to move. I think it's time to go home. (just for a visit... let's not go loco!) Besides, I am sick of being cold. I can confidently say that I am NOT a polar bear.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Where I like to hang...
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heat heat heat...that is what is in all our blood, but we live in a frozen world..at least we have eachother to keep our hearts warm. love you
I love the sun. It was good to see you HOME! Can't wait to see you when you are back.
I can totally agrre with you kris! I am NOT a polar bear either though with snow again, this morning i certainly feel like I understand what they go through. waiting for this stupid move has put a hold on all our traveling, think of us when your basking in the sun
we miss you here in the antartic! glad it is just a visit and not for good.
next weeks outcome doesn't look promising in the weather department.. we may all have to escape for a while down there (i want to hear some more secrets too!)
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