T'was just a garden in the rain. Close to a little leafy lane. A touch of color 'neath skies of gray. The raindrops kissed the flowerbeds. The blossoms raised their thirsty heads. A perfumed thank you. They seemed to say. Surely here was charm beyond compare to view. Maybe it was just that I was there with you. T'was just a garden in the rain. But then the sun came out again. And sent us happily on our way.

Sunday, February 27, 2005

a conversation over lunch

Date:18/2/2005
venue: Arts canteen

Teresa: Joey, you remind me of my dead rabbit.
Joey: err...is that good or bad?
Teresa: you look like my rabbit.
Joey: ok.....
Teresa: you look like my dead rabbit when it's dead.
Joey:... ... ... ...

(this cracked me up.gotta put it up... i love teresa loads! she's a dear to me =)
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