Why does this happen? The second I book a winter escape trip, the temp soars to nearly 60 degrees and New York is sheer heaven.
Why I can never ever stop doing obsessive things that are damaging to my health and to my amour propre: I just know it will snow all of March and well into April and my tan will fade and I will be freezing my ass off until I am driven to book another tropical destination vacation at which point the weather will be perfect again.
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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
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- 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.
4 comments:
Don't worry Mom, the Sun retrograde in Venus will be over soon!
On last! She is come to sense!! Li is amour propre of which speaks, oh Gracious Muse!
Li take thee at thy word!
Call Li amour, and Li be new batiste.
Is "At last", dear Uncle. Also is baptize. Not South American dictator.
The weather does not revolve around you even if Mr Li believes otherwise.
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