i was thinking of you, so i blogged about it
Balloons sleep upstairs.idk.
Depends if you want romantic thoughts (a) or the truth (b).(a) at the moon(b) deflated, and down the throat of a fish/duck/frog or blocking a waterwayI prefer (a), don't you?
Oh yes, I know. Balloons are evil. I feel like there are so many more of them around now than when I was a kid, my kids turn them down now if people offer them one in the street, they're so balloon-jaded. And they are so temporary and of such questionable value. Most of the time I really hate them.But sometimes, just sometimes, I love them too.