Why I can't stop: I think I left one fly alive in the locked up house.
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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.
5 comments:
The Master would want me to eat him. I understand you have wulverines and vampire cats, too.
Since when do you care about the lives of flies?
I'm worried that it's pregnant.
Oh, mygod! This having-a-dog thing has gone to her head. Now she's an animal-rights activist??
Are we going shopping for doggie toys today? I'll send the limo for you at 1 p.m. Be ready. And bring the pooch.
You guys are totally misunderstanding. I'm worried that there will be lots of little fluies in the house. I hate flies. No Janist here.
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