Dear Readers,
I apologize to those that came looking for the Dating Diaries post about a recent relationship, it was taken down last night. Seems I gave my word of non-disclosure. I don’t recall this, I don’t like it, do not like having my writing wings clipped, however I trust this person, one of precious few, with my life, so if he says I agreed to never disclose, I will take him at his word and keep mine.
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Dear Mr. Twisted Steel And Sex Appeal/Wonderful,
Thanks for not saying “I told you so” even though it is there in your eyes and that fabulous smile of yours. I love you, my wonderful friend. Maybe I should let you hold the keys to my heart for safe keeping?
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Dear Self,
Heated discussions until 2am are NOT in your best interest. For that matter ANY discussions until that hour. You are too old to be up so late, or so early, guess that depends on the perspective? Either way, more sleep is in your best interest tonight. Until then, bring on the coffee!
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Dear Self,
That bruise on the top of your left foot that will be forming for the next few hours, yes the one that hurts like flipping hell at the moment? Later this week when you cannot recall what it is from, it is where you kicked the end of the railing climbing over the baby gate. Just for the record.
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Dear Neighbor,
The chalkboard easel is a total hit! You rock, woman! Score one for making the little people I care for very happy! I owe you a cold one!
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Marti Gardner 
Loved the bit about how you got your bruise. I walked into a van’s mirror and hurt my arm. I then forgot about it and couldn;t work out why my arm was sore. It was only once the bruise came up in a line I remembered what I had done.
It’s good to know I’m not the only one who forgets who they damaged themselves.