Thursday, May 31, 2007

Pinch me. I must be dreaming.

E-mail received today, follow-up to three long visits over the past four weeks:


We would like to come over on Sunday morning around 10.30 to pick up Freya. Would that work with your schedule?

J. & S.

They said they wanted her. Over and over. I haven't quite dared believe it. Maybe it'll happen.


  1. You know what they say. There's no accounting for taste.

    It's gonna happen! Yay!


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