Love in the Morning
O’ ye sweet, bitter mistress…. Well, plus a dollop of heavy cream.
O’ ye sweet, bitter mistress…. Well, plus a dollop of heavy cream.
He’ll have to take out a line of credit just to kiss her hand like that.
“To sleep, perchance to dream — aye, there’s the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come….” (Hamlet)
And then they wonder why people don’t like being around them. Your job in life: to be the first kind of person, and maybe, just maybe, help the second kind of person to get past that. (Photo: detail of Elise Fountain in Aachen, Germany)
And there’s a lot of negativity out there these days….
“Iced tea.” With that smile?! Riiiiiiiiiiiight.
Of course, he also said “Stop crying, or I’ll give you something to cry about.”
I mean really: if they don’t have a brain, your life’s an endless pain!
Sadly, no one knows where this sign is.
Whoever told me to follow my heart is going to get shanked. Follow your brain. Your heart’s an obliviot.