Dad. ..for Balella. |
Remember when dad used to bite popsicles with his two front teeth...usually lime. Would plug up both of his ears kicking Lacy through the door. He always smelled like black plain chap stick when he ki... Posted by S A R A H. J. P. on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 08:24:00 PST |
raiiiindroooooooops and roses and |
yyeeeooooo.
hahahahahah Posted by S A R A H. J. P. on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 08:40:00 PST |
fruit on the bottom, hope on the top. |
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delig... Posted by S A R A H. J. P. on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 07:31:00 PST |