Why I can't stop: The kids are taking care of things.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
6 comments:
That is hilarious
The hammock represents Claudia's fear of commitment. She "views" her daughter Wolfen's impending marriage as a threat, and her future son-in-law as a wild beast, who must be kept behind "bars". Their successful union will give the lie to one of Claudia's core credoes, i.e. "Whatever You Do, Don't Get Married."
This photo carries the strong subliminal message: All men are beasts, like the Beast in Disney's "Beauty and the Beast", and even though some of them enjoy reading ( like the Beast, and Wolfen's fiance, whose blog name I do not know )they are not to be trusted.
If the girl is named Wolfen, I think she must be the Beast, and he the Beauty.
He goes occasionally by the monniker Photochild. Also Dirty Old Man.
My favorite sleeping spot has been defiled. I'll have to burn sage next time I'm there.
It is supposed to rain from the northeast until Sunday, so I think the hammock will be purified. And no one's gonna want to sleep in it anyway.
Cage. It's a symbolic cage. Get with the symbolism, girlfriend.
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