You won't be seeing much of me. Because everytime I get busted, I have to put a dollar in the tip jar that goes to Woodford Humane at the end of Lent. It might be safer to stay home...And not answer the phone....And not text...or facebook....or blog....or skype....
I am at a $7 dollar deficit so far -- and it could've climbed much higher if I hadn't gotten Scott off the phone fast, just now. He owns a construction/remodeling/design business, and compared to him, I practically breathe sweet cottony daisies of expressiveness.
Looking forward to seeing everyone at Easter ---I'll be seated in the row of fainting grandmothers. I'll be the Sam Jackson of Sunrise Service: "I am so mother$%#%^ sick of these mother #$^%%..."
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