But I believe in being friends again. It’s really nice to talk to people we like and see that, at the end of the day, the good feelings are the only ones that have any importance. I’ve missed this hand. And I’ve missed what’s attached to it.
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About Me
- kats
- San Diego, CA, United States
- Breakfast for lunch and other happy things - an introduction
Highlights (or, Kats in a couple of posts)
- Best friends on Earth
- Fresh roasted Kats
- Ski on Saturday. beach on Sunday
- Thanksgiving at McDonalds
- Good things
- Sightseeing in Rio
- You can call me Mrs. May
- It's alive!
- The tale of the Duchess and the Wise
- A very special picnic
- My best friends' wedding
- Self portrait in Sonoma
- Back home, with a project
- Is home where your friends are?
- Summertime (and the living is easy)
- Gil, Gian and Mike Irvin, the Cowboy
- A note on my windshield
- Blank screens to be filled
- The one and only Mr. Right
- Post sushi ice cream
- The ten musketeers
- To new beginnings
- A bridge with no end
- One of the guys
- On being a happy camper
- Piece of conversation, in a pub
- vtp - very important conversations
- vtp - by the kitchen counter
- Making up II
- Making up I
- Girls night out - part III
- Girls night out - part II
- Girls night out - part I
- Just by looking at him
- Jeans
- Holding hands
- Food and love
- It's fun to be a woman
- Recipe for a great dinner party
- Just like third grade
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