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Certain individuals keep telling me that I should be a writer (Hi Mom). This is probably as close as I'll ever come to making that happen.
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Crying Fowl
This morning, at the end of this week's obligatory commute to the office, I turned in to the driveway and was accosted by the biggest ho...
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This morning, at the end of this week's obligatory commute to the office, I turned in to the driveway and was accosted by the biggest ho...
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Over at Hubbadoo, Anne has thrown down the gauntlet with her Awkward Days post, in which she challenges those most likely to wear a pocket ...
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I love to sing, and I suppose there's always been a part of me that dreamt of singing in front of a bunch of people and fantasized that ...
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And yet you left mine alone. What did I do to either piss you off or get in your good graces?
So, I shall make a no-comment comment for your wordless post.
And still, you inspire comments. Short ones, but what the hey? Be safe down there in this funky weather!
I still love you...
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