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Strangers in the night....

Yesterday was nice, Tonio had the evening shift, so I had the chance to catch up with me... I always enjoy my company. I listened to some of my old cd's and was amazed at my own wonderful taste in music... sang and danced and it's a pity Nameeta wasn't there, she would have taught me some new moves. Anyway, then sat around with old bits and pieces of newspaper clippings to stick in my scrapbook, watched a few Disney music videos which took me back to another era... those wistful days of the glass slipper, the beautiful gowns, the awesome music, the handsome prince's, the spirited princesses, the kiss at the end... Sigh... you never seem to grow out of some things...
Then read a rather cute M&B, called "Mistletoe Kiss" by Betty Neels. And ended the day with custard & brownie... so it was a close enough to perfect Sunday.

Back at work now listening to "What a wonderful world" by Louis Armstrong....

Comments

Anonymous said…
yes its shame i wasnt there.. i missed the fun of seeing you attemp to dance. and you forgot to mention who picked out the M&B book for you. you're welcome!!
test said…
dance and music and M&B
its good to enjoy solitude (with a positive connotation) once in a while.
good to hear you had fun
Icychips said…
wow!! look at u - glorifyin yourself!!;P hope ur tonio doesnt read this post!!
Zak said…
i told u already ! ur emotionally challenged and screwed up mind ...
Karen Xavier said…
Well nam, there's always next time...

Yeah Mazhalai, life is good when you have time to yourself.

Oh Tonio knows, I have fun when he is not around. I was awake till 3am last night reading....

Pushpak, being turned into a prince doesn't seem to have done you much good.

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