I wanna trace my fingers.
Down the sides of your face to your lips.
Dangle mine just inches from yours and linger.
I wanna write my name with my fingers down your spine. 78 more words
For most of the summer our garden has occupied a small, but regular, portion of my schedule. Every morning we would go out and pick potato bugs from the potato plants, pull the largest weeds, and check on the plants. 370 more words
I get great customer comments and recommendations for my massages and products. This month one really made me howl with laughter:
“Hi Michelle, I’ve met someone very special and now have a serious case of stubble burn :-) I am using your shea and neroli rescue balm on it…” 46 more words
Yesterday a friend of mine posted a video of Victoria Osteen on Facebook. In it she said, “When you worship (and obey) God, we’re not doing it for God, we’re doing it for ourself, because that’s what makes God happy!” The comment section was predictable and contained the usual comments saying things like: 641 more words