I'm so sorry you feel bad. It's been a strange beginning to the New Year for me; I feel all turned upside down. I must look outside and see if the ground is still grounded.
Not as well as I would have preferred for a first of January I got a stomachache by Saturday noon, and I'm still feeling some of its effects, though it seems today I'm feeling better. I had to postpone the chicken and sandwiches to only live on tea and toast What about yours?
Hope your new year is going well so far
Welcome and glad you liked it!
What a beautiful card, thanks Max.
Soundy!
Thank you, G. I love it too
Love the new avatar, Max
Love is a crazy thing, Max; and the pursuit of love even crazier. Sometimes, I find that if you just stand in one position and get on with day to day things, it finds you. Men have always told me that I am "wishy-washy", that I play "mind games". Now the truth is, my mind is always playing tricks on me and they just happen to witness it. I recall an older man, when I was quite young, whom I was quite smitten by: He was attractive, had a good education, pleasant to be around and was rather unpredictable (which attracted me even more). For some time I thought of him every day...this went on for a few years. One day, when he was beginning to show some interest, I looked at him and wondered what I had ever seen in him; whatever it was, it had disappeared without warning.
Here you have the slap you wanted, naughty lass I've been wishy-washy too. Most men are, only that some are luckier than others and don't lose what the unlucky ones lose more easily, despite the level of wishy-washiness they suffer from... suffer just to say a word... obviously, not everyone suffers here, since many have such a great time and their position won't seem compromised in the near future, apparently. My point is that for men, wishy-washiness can be either a blessing or a damnation, according to the star that shines above their personal sky, or the constellation that protects or unprotects
