Owe. Owe. Owe.

I am going to write. Just at. Feet to the Head. I just took of one, but will it work…

 

I have to remember, 3 years I took everything. So really, this that is minor.
For my day, was R. She is so special. I want to give to my iPhone. I am getting; but in a weeks. It is strang. Last woman, I loved her. The new one, species just as.

she was

One thought on “Owe. Owe. Owe.

  1. Trina Wood November 2, 2012 at 08:21 Reply

    Erin,
    I read every post on this blog. Even if your words don’t always come out the way you may want them, the emotions and message do. Your posts often bring tears to my eyes because of the gratitude you have for the wonderful people you have in your life. Sending you big hugs and blessings šŸ™‚
    Trina (Balen’s mom)

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