That’s what my good Dad used to say. :)
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An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
My dad would finish with “Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”
ReplyDeleteOh, that’s right....I forgot that was part of it, too! Have a good day, Nan.
ReplyDeleteMy dad too!
ReplyDeleteLiz
xoxoxo
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