Sitting by the Pool

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Henry calls George his “Drink Monkey”–when he is thirsty, Drink Monkey gets him a drink.
I’m waiting for my Drink Monkey to bring me a drink by the pool…
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Marci Darling

I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always.

Welcome to my World.

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