Last night was booze free. We didn't even watch telly. We just sat with our laptops, parallel playing like toddlers. But the night before was Alberta's Spa Collins (YUM!!) and House (love him!) Janet gets to drink with me. Andi does not.
Today's bumpersticker, seen as I walked to pick up my van and convince it that it totally does not need a transmition and that thunk between gears is just the car equivalent of a fierce stomp: Dyslexic Devil Worshippers Sell Their Souls to Santa.
Once upon a time, a blog was started at AOL Journals. The scales fell from the eyes of The Creator and it was moved to Wordpress. Then Journals tanked and all old posts were moved here for safekeeping.
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