the warthog is called Wilber (force)
and it is a he-warthog
and he loves to read Green Eggs and Ham.......
and I laughed at Aimee today when she suggested Scout might generate an imagination!
I have some friends on facebook who are younger than I, teenage younger.
I read their status updates and I laugh/cringe
I think in ten years time if they read them they would laugh/cringe
In one sentence there is this outpouring of love and kisses and squirm in your seat adoration.
But we all had a first love, and we are all guilty of laugh/cringe moments as teenagers...and perhaps some of us are still having them....
I came across this poem. It is cute, it has no frills, and it hits the note for my feelings for Mr A.
My Prince Charming
Sum1 in love...
Tender kisses, warm loving hugs
The adrenaline flowing,
I’m addicted, his love is my drug.
In his presence I can’t breathe,
A delightful agony I feel,
It’s like when he’s here time sits still.
His voices is music, he’s eyes mesmerising,
His hair so soft,
My prince charming.
Calming words, oh so smart
Very good looking with an amazing heart.
He’s build is strong, but his touch is oh so gentle,
Posture perfect, a gentleman indeed.
Generous and kind,
Caring and daring
Lucky to be his, lucky he’s mine.
Talented and controlled,
He’s worth much more than gold,
He’s my light, my everything, my world.
The only thing on my mind,
Forever by each others side.
The feeling I get when my lips meet his,
Passion exploding true loves first kiss.
His friendship I refuse to ever let go of,
His understanding nature, his generosity knows no limits.
He is the wind that makes me fly,
His warming touch, I could touch the sky.
Faithful and trustworthy,
He owns my heart,
And I know for certain we shall never part.
Adorable and divine he’s delicious and fine.
Sorry ladies but he’s all mine.
He is the fairytale prince my mum once told me about,
I love him so much, in that there is no doubt.
By Catherine Prider
Published: 5/1/2009
...by the way, she is 14 years aged.
