For bon bon: >[link]Holy crap! THAT'S MY THERAPIST! That's the therapist that helped Bec and me during our marriage breakup! Bec and TOG are in that group! (Not Clem and Marie, of course.)
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For bon bon: >[link]Holy crap! THAT'S MY THERAPIST! That's the therapist that helped Bec and me during our marriage breakup! Bec and TOG are in that group! (Not Clem and Marie, of course.)
OK, that's freaky. It's a damn small world.
OK, that's freaky. It's a damn small world.
Then why hasn't anyone visited me in Melbourne yet? Pfft. Slackers.
Holy crap! THAT'S MY THERAPIST! That's the therapist that helped Bec and me during our marriage breakup! Bec and TOG are in that group! (Not Clem and Marie, of course.)
Holy shit! That's so freaky!!!! Wow.
I found that article super depressing when I read it, Sunday. I wasn't sure what it really told me about relationships, though.
Then why hasn't anyone visited me in Melbourne yet? Pfft. Slackers.
One of my friends moved there from Christchurch? Another friend is visiting her at Thanksgiving?
I found that article super depressing when I read it, Sunday. I wasn't sure what it really told me about relationships, though.
I found it pretty comforting myself. There was only one couple there in truly serious trouble, and even they were getting somewhere.
Oh! And I have (obliquely) been referred to in the NYT! That's pretty cool.
One of my friends moved there from Christchurch? Another friend is visiting her at Thanksgiving?
And yet, I still notice an absence of meara. Though you did make it to Sydney, so you get a pass.
I found the article insightful but a bit on the oh-no side.
I hate when it's a brajillion degrees out. it makes me and my son CRANKTASTIC.
Happy Birthday to Dylan.
The funniest thing about that post is that when I was in Kent, I went to a restaurant where they had "pussy pie" on the menu. We had to order it, of course. We were laughing so hard the waitress had to ask twice.
Um, Cashmere... what was in it?
Holy crap! THAT'S MY THERAPIST! That's the therapist that helped Bec and me during our marriage breakup! Bec and TOG are in that group! (Not Clem and Marie, of course.)
Holy crap! That's just weird!