my new obsession.
Especially the tiny ones Daniel gave me for Christmas.
-Ashley
the man of my dreams.
································ I met Daniel when we were juniors in high school. The first time I saw him he was sitting across from me in our sunday school class. He was wearing a grey and brown cardigan, and hardly spoke. But, when he did speak, his words were "wise" or "smart," and I immediately thought "He's so smart and dignified, I can barely understand him!" Come to find out years later that, yes, he's really, really smart, but he was trying to impress me, so he doesn't talk like that ALL THE TIME." My friend liked him for awhile. There were rumors that he may have had a crush on me. I avoided him. I avoided him for a very long time, because my friendship was important to me. We dated other people. (Although my friend never dated him.) A year-and-a-half passed, and we found ourselves in the midst of each other again, enjoying each others company, making each other laugh. I apologized for avoiding him, and we admitte...
I love russian nesting dolls! I actually have a tattoo of one on my foot :)
ReplyDeleteThat's so neat! How bad did it hurt? I've heard it hurts really bad to get one there.
DeleteI won't lie, it hurt pretty bad but not too awful. You get use to it after sitting there a while. :)
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