Of course, in this weather, neither boat will be running. That means no mail, no milk, no periodicals.
Why I can't stop: I have to read the newspaper on line.
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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.
11 comments:
I don't understand why you don't just call room service.
ever noticed people when they find out there are no boats running or planes?
They fall into 2 catagories.
Complete acceptence or over the top anger that they cannot get off island..even though they never had any intention of going off island...the idea that they cannot choose seems to bring
out the ugly in them.
Paris they could call for someone to bring them beer and food but finding the person that will come back with your monies and supplies without it taking a day and a half to do so is the kicker.
Or fix your frickin toilet.
Kick? Believe me, it's better to tip. You get better service.
Nicole just told me. I am so there. I'll be your date! So...did he ask you because you fixed your own toilet?
For those of you who don't know: The most popular and most elusive man on Block Island not only called cher Claude, he asked her to a party.
and eligible--these days
Oo la-la. Dennis will be jaleux.
and the dump wasn't open either. . .
Back in the day, you'd bully your way onto a plane. Come home.
Guess what? She is home. Although she did suprise me the other day by telling me that because she lived in New York, she was Jewish. "As are all people who live in New York". She's even sending me info on how to observe yom kippur.
Need I say it? Oy Gevay. Or whatever.
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