My home.
February 19th 2007 23:48
My house is a home, full of love. My house is a home that people feel comfortable in, that people let loose. My home is where my babies are my babies, and my husband is my rock. At home is where I can sit in my underwear, and fart unabashadly. My home is where I cook for my family and my friends and whoever stops by. My home is where I made good friends, and I can talk to them whenever I want. My home is messy, my home is cluttered, my home is craptastic in it's decor.
My home is where I cry, in sadness, in happiness, where my children cry over skinned knees, and the indignaties of life. My home is where my husband and I make love, and kiss each other goodnight, good morning, and good whatever. My home is where my games are, my Sims are, my PS2 are. My home is where my son pretends to be poop in a toilet bowl, and my daughter pretends she is a lion, a polar bear, a turtle, a supehero.
My house is a home, and for that I am proud.
My home is where I cry, in sadness, in happiness, where my children cry over skinned knees, and the indignaties of life. My home is where my husband and I make love, and kiss each other goodnight, good morning, and good whatever. My home is where my games are, my Sims are, my PS2 are. My home is where my son pretends to be poop in a toilet bowl, and my daughter pretends she is a lion, a polar bear, a turtle, a supehero.
My house is a home, and for that I am proud.
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