Dear Battle wounds Arnett,
Sorry about the lack of.. well.... everything.
School has consumed me almost to the point where I feel I'm sinking.
But your always there strap my life jacket back on.
Just remember,
Your the apple to my sauce.
My gluteus to my maximus
My hippie in the sixties
and the sun to my shine.
I love you I love you I love you
This week was rough.
But guess what?
It's the weekend!!!
Love Mrs. Arnett
1/28/11
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