tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682738581019360100.post8315188726253117152..comments2024-03-16T10:33:57.915-04:00Comments on cafe selavy: Flea Market Mothercafe selavyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682738581019360100.post-52287401098042789072021-04-18T08:14:08.724-04:002021-04-18T08:14:08.724-04:00Good morning. I feel like I landed somewhere rare...<br />Good morning. I feel like I landed somewhere rare and special. <br /><br />I'm hungover. We had good fun. And there will be more. Too bad I didn't take any days off of work this week while they are here. <br /><br />Did I send any messages? I can't find my phone. <br /><br /> <br /><br />You sent J. a year worth of messages to her blocked phone. Been thinking about that. <br /><br />Do you know I remember you saying to me - I think on the blog "I gotta go see if I can get this 35 year old attorney to take care of me." or something like that. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Stunning, really, to think how much has happened in lives -- since you started writing here. <br /><br />Imagine that little girl today. <br /><br /><br />I got my coffee. <br />I'm gonna poke around some. <br /><br /><br />Lisa Nickersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02748824411772434531noreply@blogger.com