There’s a bouquet of Sunflowers on my windowsill that grin cheerily at me every morning, brightening my bower with inherent sunshiney-ness and the recollection of the great guy who gave
There’s a bouquet of Sunflowers on my windowsill that grin cheerily at me every morning, brightening my bower with inherent sunshiney-ness and the recollection of the great guy who gave
This week I went to Knott’s Scary Farm with Adam and some friends from work. I’ve never been a big haunted house fan (I’m a total wuss about scary movies
Ah, college. When you’re in those dear old halls of higher learning, all that seems to matter is the getting of great grades and getting out. We are assured regularly