You know that all fairies are not the same. I prayed that the sock fairy would return some of the socks I had been missing. She actually showed up.SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME!
If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back as a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything. – William Harrison Faulkner
I was wandering around, and stumbled across the sign. Finally, after all these years I found the road leading to the place they all came from. (click on picture)
I tried to apologize, but she wouldn’t have it; still angry over my little transgressions.
I pointed to the sign we had lovingly placed above the bedroom door;
“I Love You to The Moon and Back.”
So what happened, I asked?
Nothing, nothing at all, I just didn’t know you were coming back so soon!
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Buzzard
Live simply. Love generously.
Care deeply. Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.