What do you say to your father when he asks when the passenger seat in your car is reclined? I told him the truth. After my date, he walked me to my car, and it was kind of cold, so we sat in my car with the heat on. We were also trying to sober up a little after one too many beers. He reclined the seat a little bit. The end. Still, it didn't look good. He gave me the look as if to say, "I wasn't born yesterday." I insisted that nothing naughty took place, but I don't think he believed me. C'mon...that kind of stuff normally doesn't happen until at least the third date!
I'm kidding. Kind of.
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I really like your blog. You should update more often!
i love your blog... keep your thoughts rolling......... you are a wonderful and beautiful woman.
From Washington State,
~ ellie
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