Remember the time you turned 17? What great memories... esp. the immodest ice-cream cones, St. Paddy's Day dinner at the Nell Thorn Pub & Restaurant, rosemary salt loaves with cheese, Italian sodas- I swear we did more than just eat amazing food, didn't we? We've definitely lost a few pounds since then, wouldn't you say?!
What do you think of the name Sr. Hermes of the Apocalypse? Hahaha!Yesterday when me and some sistahs went to the beach in the morning there were two adorable families there. One had six kids and the other had five, and they were all under age seven probably. One family had a set of triplet girls! Their mom brought this big pile of bathing suits and all the little girls just picked whichever one they wanted. It was so cute! They had really good names too; we caught several: Ava, Cora, Annie, Elsa, Nathan, Jackson, Alex, and Julian. Wow. :) I look forward to the day that you go to the beach with your 17 children all under the age of 18. Haha!
How about a nice sonnet by Willy Shakespeare.
CXXVIII. (128)
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.

