Get Back On The Horse

I took another hard blow and barely scraped myself off the pavement. But it is time to press on as life seems pretty intent on holding onto me; death rejects my flirtatious advances still. 

So I am happy because I have given myself a bedroom in this house. The kids never use it and none stay enrolled long, so it is mine all mine.  Can’t have my snuggles near the air mattresses, but we’ll manage.  

THERE’S NOONE LIKE MY SNUGGLES

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