George Bailey: "What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary."
Mary: "I'll take it. Then what?"
George Bailey: "Well, then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much?"
Old Man: "Yes! Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death?"
George: "How's that?"
Old Man: "Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death?"
George: "Want me to kiss her, huh?"
Old Man: "Ah, youth is wasted on the wrong people!"
Yesterday I trimmed my own hair for the first time - it was Scaaaaa-ree. But after I got the initial length off it wasn't so bad. I gave myself some bangs, and cleaned up my layers. Whaddaya think?:
(please excuse my delicious lack of makeup)
1 comment:
I think you look gorgeous, and I am just glad to know you!
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