I'm the one
who always gets something on my shirt while eating.
that sings the wrong words to a song on the radio.
who knows a good thing when I've got it.
that thinks bananas are best when brown spots are on the outside pill.
who can admit to watching Glee, The Hills and The City.
that will cry if someone sings "happy birthday" to me at a restaurant.
who would rather take a beating than go to Walmart.
that makes time for a professional pedicure.
who loves dogs and dislikes cats.
that knows what I want my future home to look like.
who holds the ones I love close to my heart.
that can't remember to put mail in the mailbox to be picked up.
who stops talking when I'm upset.
that believes in something so bad that I'll cry if you don't.
who hates to have someone tell something about me that's a lie.
that secretly wants to be on Broadway.
who will play the piano for 4 hours straight and not again for months.
that wants to be a size 2 and knows that will never ever happen.
who has come to realize that I love to blog.
who would rather take a beating than go to Walmart.
that makes time for a professional pedicure.
who loves dogs and dislikes cats.
that knows what I want my future home to look like.
who holds the ones I love close to my heart.
that can't remember to put mail in the mailbox to be picked up.
who stops talking when I'm upset.
that believes in something so bad that I'll cry if you don't.
who hates to have someone tell something about me that's a lie.
that secretly wants to be on Broadway.
who will play the piano for 4 hours straight and not again for months.
that wants to be a size 2 and knows that will never ever happen.
who has come to realize that I love to blog.
Yep - I'm the one.
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