A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Thanks so much you guys! It really made my day to come back to GT and see this here! I did have a wonderful birthday! My dad sent me flowers, my mom got me wonderful smelling perfume and my husband got me a piece of furniture that I'd had my eye on for a while and then we took the family out to eat at Tepenyaki.
A fabulous day indeed! Thank you everyone!
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Turn your face to the sun and the shadows will fall behind you.