Why I can't stop: Getting is just as cursed as giving.
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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
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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:
Is this a shirt that you put on the ground, and Moxie walked on it after he had an accident? I can't see it very well. Are those holly appliques, or poopy paw-prints?
Either way, I'll be glad when December 26 rolls around. If I live to see it.
Dear Miss Former Bride San: Is so you. Li used sell these at Costco. Very big selling item for unwed ladies.
padded hanger anyone??
You know, with some prayer beads and a pair of sandals this could be a new look for you C.
Who sent you this? Was it the girdle giver?
Actually, the giver in this case was my cleaning lady, who knows my size well (being about the same as her) if not my taste.
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