It's like, I have too much to do, and I don't know what to do first.
Why I can't stop: I'd like to lie down in the sand, like the shipwrecked sailor, and smoke until I am saved.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
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
Blog Archive
-
▼
2006
(86)
-
▼
January
(23)
- the list
- everything is a wreck
- god bless america
- a sad day for dogs
- our peers
- civic duty
- framed
- broken heart surgery
- dog days of winter
- the pot at the end of the rainbow
- the christian right
- houseguests
- what the hey?
- that's cold
- moxie and the vacuum
- bite me
- straight marriage
- so blond
- away game
- appliances
- dogging it
- pet zoo
- last snowfall of the year
-
▼
January
(23)
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:
But you haven't and we lols are all proud of you!
me, too
Post a Comment