I've thought about getting them reduced and I still might. I think you could call me pretty average if I do. I've got brown hair and brown eyes. ..."The thing about me that's screwed up is the me that's inside. I'm not kidding. I may never be able to be alone with a man. I get panic attacks. I think I'll get better, but I'm not yet. That's why the phone is such a big deal to me. Could you give me a really good hug now? I need it bad. I feel like a cow. A really scared cow." So I. She had a roof over her head, a decent paid job, and she had been lucky enough to travel a lot within the last couple years of her life, and she had plenty more plans for traveling too. But all she wanted to do right now, well, debate with herself to do, was to go back online and write again. Write and talk to her old friends who she had missed. The people and the pages she didn’t realize back then, but who were actually a part of who she was.She was older, wiser and more mature than when she. We didn't have enough room or enough equipment to build a millpond, even if I wanted one, and I didn't. We might be able to spray water over the logs after we had them limbed and stacked, but I didn't like the thought of that solution either. For one thing they would start stinking before very long and they would keep a muddy mess going as long as we were watering them.Finally I decided to just do what I could do and see if we needed to do something about it next year. Maybe I was worrying over. Melissa peered between Susan and Ann to see what was up ahead. She looked up in time to see Susan flip on the brights and a split-second later lean heavily on the brake as a deer appeared in the headlight beams.Susan clicked her tongue as the deer stood staring at them. She flipped her lights completely off and tapped the horn, then flipped the lights back on. The deer had vanished."Damn things get dazzled by the headlights," Susan explained. "But the sound they understand."Susan crept along a.