What does it all mean?
Careful. I might just tell you. Sleeping more than two hours a night again, so my brain and fingers may be able to make amends and allow a few stories loose for your perusal. Till Friday, then. C
Thursday, April 23, 2009
hold that thought...
I'm not dead, just diverted. Blog-silence will officially be over tomorrow. Tonight is belly-dance class. Gotta get my jingles on...
and so, I leave you with a few words and phrases to consider until tomorrow. Ebullience. Tyranny. City parking. Sock knitting as anger-management. Polka dots. Lemon pound cake.
What does it all mean?
Careful. I might just tell you. Sleeping more than two hours a night again, so my brain and fingers may be able to make amends and allow a few stories loose for your perusal. Till Friday, then. C
What does it all mean?
Careful. I might just tell you. Sleeping more than two hours a night again, so my brain and fingers may be able to make amends and allow a few stories loose for your perusal. Till Friday, then. C
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4 comments:
Where. Have. You. Been??? Tell stories. You must make up for your absence.
Hmm. I guess rumors of your death were wildly exaggerated. Your words give me these thoughts: The second one ruins the first one, the fourth one is necessitated by the third and the fifth and sixth ones sound like somethings I'm going to covet when you get around to showing them to us. Bring it. And bring those bottles while you're at it.
Ahh Canadian Club, does it still sport the magic thumb of gold? Or as my sibling noted, a golden DQ that someone has nipped off the curl. I remember hundreds of these bottles in a childhood cellar. Getting rather nostalgic. I have been concerned with your absence from the blog-a-doodle. I feel as though we've talked now.
and just so ya'll know? that pic was snapped at the shop! seems our darling clementine is building quite the liquor cabinet!
now you know why i spend so much time down there - apart from the charm and wit of cami, that is.
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