The boats are out of the water, I'm about out of vitamins and coffee. Time to put the hardboilers in the truck and get on the ferry.
Why I can't stop: Do I bring chairs for Thanksgiving dinner?
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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
mr. and mrs. jones
About Me
- 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.
2 comments:
Li has question, Lady-san. When leave this project, and have new life as bride, what call this blog? Is not more carpentry, toilets.
Li suggest "Bye Bye Beadboard", like popular Broadway musical inspire by King Presley.
Or perhaps more sedate "Begin the Beline". Like fanous American vantage song.
Is better. Less is more!!!
Begin goes like so:
"When they begin the Beline
To have again is past all endeavor!
And there are we, swear to love forever.
A moment devine, the sandwich serene
When Li bride begin the Beline."
Is perhaps good song for the March of Wedding, as American custom.
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