Six Word Fridays- Make


After two days of complete relaxation.
No phone, no kids, no laundry.
Enjoyed pool, hot tub and naps.
Wish it was longer, but now...
Making my way back to reality.

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  1. JudyDecember 9, 2011 at 6:07 PM

    It's always so hard to come back to reality after a nice getaway. Here's hoping your return to the here and now will be a gentle one ;)

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  2. kateDecember 9, 2011 at 9:05 PM

    coming back is hard at first
    then my feet tend to quicken
    as i approach those left behind

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  3. Melissa Camara WilkinsDecember 9, 2011 at 11:24 PM

    Leaving behind hot tubs AND naps?!
    I hope there was chocolate at home to compensate. ;)

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  4. Masked MomDecember 10, 2011 at 3:27 PM

    Welcome back! I trust you didn't miss us like we missed you. ;)

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  5. UnknownDecember 10, 2011 at 5:22 PM

    No phone or children? Happy Holidays to you too! lol

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  6. AnonymousDecember 10, 2011 at 10:26 PM

    Hi Jewels! I awarded you with "The Most Versatile Blogger Award" over at my blog The Greener Bean. I totally don't expect you to participate if it's not your thing -- I just wanted to say thank you for stopping by during NaBloPoMo!

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  7. Shelby (@every_blessing)December 11, 2011 at 9:25 AM

    So glad you had a good break! Thank you for stopping by the blog.

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  8. LiaDecember 12, 2011 at 1:59 PM

    Glad you got to take a break!

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