Wait! I just cannot go into the weekend wafting in the echo of that funeral dirge of my last post. Even mortuaries house the sweet heady scent of Easter lilies. And so I give you this:
Zoey fell in love. This time it was not Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid or Elmo or a pirate or the perfect cherry lip gloss. No, this time it was a bronzed baseball player. And I say fine. Just as long as it's not a football jock. Happy Friday. May you fall in love all over again.