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| With my lovely friend and "name twin" Theresa in Chicago over Christmas break |
Sometimes...
It's hard for me to accept that I can't go to every social event I want to!
I'm reminded of how much I love my sister when she laughs at the stuff I say (and write).
I feel self-conscious when I have to walk past the whole office to go to the bathroom. Every single day. It's been six months and I still feel so awkward about it. (I know, I know, I need to just get over it!)
I am mildly dishonest when I pretend that I cooked something I actually bought at the store, yet I do it every now and then when I'm short on time. Shhh, don't tell ;)
I can't imagine a world without tea. Mmmm.
I'm surprised that I still can't for the life of me get up before 8:30 am.
I get a little too easily wrapped up in reading mommy blogs.
I indulge in guilty pleasures like stopping randomly at Red Velvet for cupcakes with my friends.
I wish all things in life were as wonderful as getting a good blog comment. Best feeling ever.
Love,
Tess
Love,
Tess
Sometimes I dislike you, Tess... you just keep getting me hooked on more and more (and MORE) blogs. Not enough time in the day :)
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P.S. Don't worry, I still love you!
I love you too, Vanessa. :) And may I add how hooked I am on YOUR blog...
ReplyDeleteYou don't know me but I want you to know what an inspiration you are to me. I read your blog almost every day and wish I was half as articulate as you. Your devotion to being a Catholic is so uplifting in a world devoted to things and the gathering of stuff. I am hard pressed to remember the last time I was so enchanted by a description of such human emotions " we just hugged and hugged" I know exactily how that feels. Hugs are esential to sanity. I really enjoy your blog and think your writting is exceptional. I look forward to a best seller sometime in your career. Thank you for making my day and restoring my faith in the youth of America. I am inspired . The only thing you need to know about me is that I am a life long Catholic and old enough to be your Grandfather.
ReplyDeleteWow... thank you so much. I want you to know that I'm starting to cry in my cubicle over this beautiful, beautiful comment. You are the reason I keep writing. Thank you so much.
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