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So...you wake up one morning and realize that you are where you are. And you decide that this beats the hell out of working for a bipolar boss who was always trying to figure out exactly how to buy her meds over the internet.
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Seem pretty innocuous to me.
Nice feet. By the way, is the Iron Chef officially done with blogging? His site is no longer in existence.
I'm going to look up innocuous. I really suck.:)
(I've just looked it up to check it means what I think it means...)
(It does, thank God, you might start to believe I don't use the word every day)
Martin's right. Those shoes should not offend. So, I dare ya to wear them to the next wedding that you attend. heehee Oh, gosh, I'm rhyming again. Watch out!
ok...that is dressing up to me honey..u look fab-u l-ass..lol
It's 12:28 am, are you up? So tempted to call. But, not going to, don't worry.
I'm a little slow. So, I looked it up. I wonder if he was able to score some dates. eeww :) Where was GWB's photog? Is he moving up in the world?
I was going to say something else. But, it's too late to try and remember. Talk to you later.
Oh, I got a letter from my Dad today. Wow--surprised. Thinking about emailing him and letting him know of blog so he can keep up with the kids. He wants to come and visit 9/13. Sounds like he's trying to reach out. It made me cry after I read it. I think that I'm going to church tomorrow.
Talk to you later.
blue--you can't beat the feel of terry
Martin--thanks for throwing Marelle off :-)
Ab--I think I need a pedicure but thanks for the kind words; as for IC--I don't know
Christina--always a kind word from you, girl. Thanks
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