I am very sure about the naked one. That bare I can do. And the fluffy cuddley bear I am certain of, too. I should be, I spent years kissing him on his golden nose, tucking him in, and wishing him sweet dreams. He was my mum’s bear before he became mine, and I still have him. I don’t do the whole tucking in thing anymore though, and he’s moved from prime place on my bed. His name is, very originally, Teddy (I also had a donkey called Donkey, a mouse called Mrs Mouse, and a penguin whose name I forget. I’m thinking perhaps he was called Penguin.)
I stray. So, being as
Is it obvious that I remembered I know how to do the crossed-out-words thing?
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I had a monkey called Monkey. Oh how I loved that monkey! I couldn't bare (I think!) to be without him.
And most impressed with the crossing out thing!
I learned English in a German school, so I should know. But then I went to America and learned to forget all about proper English (a farm boy told me, "I gotta be milkin` them crazy cows!"). But here is what I remember from former times: You bear a burden, although you barely can.
And beer is still something else.
I had a cat called Mrs Cat, and another one called Grey, he was ... Grey! :)
Spelling is over-rated, the most interesting people can never spell!
I have been thinking long and hard about commenting on your last post, since you know, i don't know you from a bar of soap!! But hell, love is beautiful, high five yourself for having it, cherish it, nurture it and f**k 'em who cant deal with where it comes from!
Just in case you were wondering at all about what this stranger thought about your soul bare-ing beautiful post(like i can spell that!?)
As a man, I can't bear children, but I do love them.
Miranda - I love the crossing out. I am, officially (and now publicly), a nerd.
Angela - think I might stick to the beer.
Gail - thank you you're cool, please stay.
Fush - but can you bare them? Ooo, I should take that back, it sounds all wrong. I meant it in the not-wrong sense, though.
xx
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