Massage. What a luxury! I never have time for it, but I'm for it.
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Massage. What a luxury! I never have time for it, but I'm for it.
At certain times soup is the ideal food. Soup not only warms you and is easy to swallow and digest, it also creates the illusion in the back of your mind that Mother is there.
Contrary to popular belief it is possible to be completely objective about one's own accomplishments and deeds.
Nobody will tell you gossip if you don't listen.
Habit. Often mistaken for love.
When your hair isn't done or when you had no time to wash it: grab that scarf and you'll be pretty and neat.
Questions. If they are personal, don't ask them.
Sometimes I like entire towns or places just because I don't ever have to get out of my jeans.
Letters (of love). Write them. Otherwise no one will know what wonderful feelings fill you. Even if the king or queen of your heart is unworthy (as you might have been told), write them-it will do you good. Keep copies.
All real men lover to eat. Any man who picks at his food, breaking off little pieces with his fork, pushing one aside, picking up another, pushing bits around the plate, etc., usually has something wrong with him. And I don't mean with his stomach.