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Thursday, May 10, 2012

When I Get to Heaven

I'd like to believe that, since God knows the desires of my heart, He is custom building my mansion just the way I'd like it. Why not? I'll never on this side of the sky live in anything this beautiful:

Breathtaking, really. And maybe a few gorgeous leather turquoise chairs like this thrown in for good measure:

Truth be told though, this old gal would be happy with a crab shack and a fishing pole:

Yeah, I could totally do it. Float down the river all summer and bird watch and cocoon during the holidays:

Course, something in between with a view wouldn't be too shabby either.

I am totally happy with what God has seen fit to give me here on this earth. And mighty thankful, too. But when I get to heaven....


  1. Lets make a deal, when I get to heaven I'll invite you to my mansion overlooking a vineyard if you invite me to yours.

  2. Hello doll! I`m watching your blog for a while! do you wanna follow each other? kisses