having trouble getting any traction on this one. so i'll probably just go as that gal with the giant thumbs, seeing as how i've pummeled mine into huge bruised stumps on account of my insane desire to salvage a bunch of useless crap. again. with a pry bar.
but i've got today. and it was a really good day. rain, which gives moonpie a chance to do her white fang thing.
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I'll go as Leigh-Cheri, twenty years older. That rain around 11:45 looked like it really wanted to be snow.
wouldn't mind seeing the sun. but i must confess that i won't sleep until the news gets the authenticity of the flour toddler youtube video established.
shop set to rights day. and jason beever is a fraud, as is every record recorded after 1995 with the "grunge sound".
Hope you're enjoying the sunshine. Did I ever tell you I was a college radio DJ? 1995 is about when I quite paying attention to music.
*quit
dang. forgot how many tools i had left here. cool. and beer cans. empty, of course, mostly. but that's another story that involves a case and a half and a garbage fire. good times.
i estimate the number somewhere around 4.2 thousand.
shop's starting to look pretty sharp. bright: have i thanked you lately for saving my life?
I agree about the authenticity of the flour toddler -- I mean, who in their right mind would leave two toddler boys unsupervised for that long? Really?
I think she is going to turn out to be the sister of Weather-Balloon-Boy-Dad.
Beer cans can be ripped in half and dropped in the ocean to make shellfish habitat. Or so I'm told. Not like you are terribly near the ocean in Piqua. Anyway, hi.
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