Who needs therapy. . .

. . . when we have this?

These blogs, these words, the comments that we all anxiously await, fervently check back, rapidly respond to…

Life lines…before Millionaire.

Connections within the chaos.

Nice to know we’re here, we’re there, before jobs that snack, before families that wear, before hair, before it all. . .

we’re here.

sat across the table from Gertie tonight. JoyJoyJoy.
Refill on my soul please…
and soon I’ll sit across the table from you.
and you.

and she and I haven’t seen faces in a month…but we’re here.

Right Here.
and you were there, and you, and you. . . talked about you. Raised a glass. Laughed.


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4 Responses to Who needs therapy. . .

  1. ChromePlatedGirl says:

    This is lovely…until that part at the end where you start screaming and cussing.

  2. Gertrude Kennedy says:

    I am glad you enjoyed it. I did to. I woke up the next morning with a 300 lb Gorilla sitting on my head. I had exercised my soul of so much venom and pent up. Lord Almighty, thank you.
    Yes, the updates… and all my kids here at work gathering to see the next installment of everyone’s Ten Things Tuesday. Caring, sharing. And even though you can put your right hand in and your left leg out… it is all about laughter and friends… good times. Thank you for letting me unload my gunny sack. I love you… and I am going to love the luggage we buy to roadtrip SOOOON!

  3. Mkaep says:

    sometimes I just cant help it, chrome! something just comes over me!!!

  4. ChromePlatedGirl says:

    I also want to go on record saying that I love you guys, but I’m still pretty sure I need a licensed therapist.

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