10:05 p.m.

It's bed time once again. Time to hit the sack jack. Tommorow is my Mom's birthday she would have been 70. Happy Birthday Mom! I think about you every day.

I love you,
Wally

65 soon to be, 105

We're not talking speed, we're talking temperature. Deserts are one extreme to the other.

Too Many Gears Spinning

"Hey, What about my naked hug", "Oh, I didn't think about it, can you put the bread in the freezer? WTF?

Fu*k Texting

If you want to talk, call. Fu*k texting it is so impersonal. It has it's place. Short quick questions and answers. If you're in a meeting where you can't talk. If your brushing your fucking teeth wait till your done then call. If your taking a shit call me when your done. Don't write a fucking book or a paragraph. If you don't really have anything to say don't call and especially don't fucking text me. I feel better!