February 28, 2008 § 7 Comments
Wine and kale and morning coffee, days spent burrowed and indifferent to the cold outside. We are unfolding in sets of parentheses, for now. The next will interrupt an impalpable spring.
You know what they say about big feet….
Well done-a man’s shoes is a sure sign of his quality. Seems to me like you hit the jackpot.
ohhh Vila is being Coy.
Sal: Thanks, but you do realize that those are my boots in the forefront?
Uberfrau: Hmm, “good taste and discretion,” was it?
Uhhh…uhhh…uuhhhhhh….I don’t think I’ve ever put my foot so far into my own mouth….so to speak. I’ll make a more informed opinion on his footwear at a later date.:)
Well, then, they’re a testament to my quality. I can live with that. :)
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