I don't want to roam...

I want to go home. It doesn't mean I'm not going to be using my luggage anymore. Just that it's time to settle at long last. And that all efforts from this point on will be geared towards leaving the past behind and focussing on where I want my life to go. In that spirit: this is my last post here... and it comes at just the right time, courtesy of a beloved friend and a Fabulous new « acquisition ». Since there's always a soundtrack playing in her head, I thought I'd select a tune from the jukebox for her... this seemed perfect. My dear friend Turnbaby is finally home, and I'm not talking about the new abode. I know she is truly cherished and loved, at last. I couldn't wish a better present for her than that. Revel in the little things, giggle, be silly and christen every room if you haven't already! Babe... Happy Birthday (tomorrow)! Happy New Beginnings (now)! I love you (forever). Thank you for stepping in (in hot, hot shoes) when I needed you. Thank you for reminding me that a miserable but dutiful me isn't a good daughter or mommy. Thank you for giving me those damn fine gropes. And to the man who is man enough to make her so damn skippy happy: welcome to the family. I'm available for shoe tutorials *wink and giggle*. So my friends and dear readers, If you chose to follow me, you are welcome (whether you comment or not). There will still be hugs, smooches and gropes and I'll still love you more than my luggage.