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The 11th! Excellent.

It cheered me up immensely to read this post. I was in a pretty good mood before, but now? Totally inspired and no longer sheepish about not knowing what I want to be when I grow up either. Except Susan Sarandon. That's as far as I've gotten.


Oh lordy, the eleventh? Couldn't be a better to day to get some sight fixed up. So pleased to hear it, doll!

And will you wear your cashmere to the gypsy jazz tonight?


Got you down on the calendar. See you meet a nice Dr. - this is bad?! :)


Woohooo, a date! I'm marking it down as we 'speak'.

What a wonderful post to read this morning, G. You're such a free spirit, without limits. You GO, girl!


Who says you have to grow up? You handle the things you need to handle like a "grown up" and let the part of you that tries new things and ponders possibilities stay child-like.

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