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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.
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This person is on their way to the airport to pick up her roomies. The ones that live with her in the hot air balloon.
She lives with two gay men, their adopted daughter and son, and their dog.
Dog...dog. Does this sound familiar? The dog that the elevator man will now be walking.
But not to worry. The elevator guy may be a can-do kind of a guy. Who has a roomate himself. His ex-cellmate from San Quentin.
My father's out of Harvard
My brother's out of Yale
But give me a man
Who just got out of jail.
Now that cigarettes are not part of the errand run
all I can imagine is C going to the market for milk
and candy.
...milk, beer, nuts, newspaper, acorn squash, post office...
that was today. tomorrow gas
nice view out of that windshield boy what a good shot of you on your way to happiness...if i just could have been there with you...great truck great errands
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