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It was in the canteen when he first saw her. Big, billowy sail-like skirt, with a red geranium in her hair. The air was hot, and humid, usual for this time of year. He thought to approach her, but she was too beautiful, to exotic. Until…until she came up to him, asking him if he would like to dance. They moved across the floor, gracefully, sweetly, lusciously.

Posted By Donna Hendry On 05.27.2011 @ 4:34 am

Domestic Goddess? Does that mean i have a clean house? or jsut that i know how to turn the stove on? Does it mean i have an hour glass figure? or is that even necessary? When can i have a domestic God? now there’s a topic i could sink my teeth into!

Posted By Donna Hendry On 05.19.2011 @ 6:06 pm

the mole was a terror in my garden. Holes all over hte place. Ate my strawberries, and ruined my plantings. Never mind the Tulips. They were no more. And the CAT! you’d think the darn cat would do its job…but no, that mole was still wreaking havoc. Tried various traps, but it was too wily. Maybe it it only ate the bad fruilts i w

Posted By Donna Hendry On 05.18.2011 @ 2:14 pm