I may be proven wrong... Someone may come along who knocks my socks off and I will cook all of these words up and eat them for supper with leftovers and salad. But for now, I am flummoxed and ready to give up on men.
I am finding the unconditional love of my three golden retrievers a lot less complicated. Besides, I don't have to wear perfume, earings or skirts for them. I can just be myself.
- My black jeans and prospectors, a t-shirt and we're good to go.
If only they could talk with bouquets of sharpened pencils. Heck I'd settle for a simple conversation. I'll just have to be happy with a lick and a thumped tail that wags when I remove the burrs from a country walk.
Sometimes the best things are the simplest things.