I miss Dave. I've never actually met him, but I miss him all the same. I miss the warm, yummy smells that always permeate his place. I miss the completely satisfied feeling I have whenever I leave. Every time my friend's and I discuss things we miss about home I always think of Dave. I wonder if he misses me too?No offense intended to my brother, Dave, whom I also miss.
4 comments:
Mmmmmmm! Enough said.
I heart Dave. Don't tell Scott.
This post makes me smile.
You crack me up. This is funny.
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