me and mrs jones We meet every day at the same cafe Six-thirty and no one knows she'll be there Holding hands, making all kinds of plans While the juke box plays our favorite songs
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Nothing feels better then being home.
Finally.
Spending first few hours of my touch down with my sweet friends.
And beautiful lover.
Beautiful astons, beautiful soup, beautiful tie.
Gorgeous companion.
Nothing could be better then this then my return. =)))