I have no illusions about any “good old days”. There were only the Oblivious Old Days.
The description of your mother's, and your skin.. and mine!, made me cry. I miss so many. But we're still here. ❤
I miss you, lady!
The description of your mother's, and your skin.. and mine!, made me cry. I miss so many. But we're still here. ❤
I miss you, lady!