"Shoes? Where the hell ARE YOU?"
"Oh, there you are."
Sigh.
Followed by hitting my shin on the rocking chair - 30 seconds later a bruise.
Preceeded by 1/2 gallon of milk leaked into the fridge. Did you know milk is really sticky? Me neither. Skim even.
And pre-preceeded with me packing a box to mail to TX that's big enough to put a body in. *never again*.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
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Sounds like one of my days :) Nice glass:) ! ( no pun intended ) At least you aren't making litte creatures to talk to - check out my blog www.reflectedmemories.blogspot.com
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