And here's proof. No whining. No complaining. No letting depression soak my spirits. Just the dance floor. And a glitter ball. And the music. And my beloved Bertness and a rumba.
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August 15, 2009
Occasionally, I take my own advice
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Posted by: Sandra | August 17, 2009 at 08:06 AM