Nothin' to see here, people, move along. Ok, if you insist on staying, atleast take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable. Once I get started...well, you could be here for a while. (Just ignore the typos. I do.) Yes, snacks are allowed as long as you share and clean up after yourself. Oh yeah, hey...if you happen to see my scissors around here, could you let me know. I could have sworn I had them right here a minute ago.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Yet another flounder...
Sam went fishing for 5 hours with some realitives and when they got back...Cliff found me snuggled up watching a movie. He suckered me into helping them filet the flounder. Yuck. I was going to just walk Cliff through it but he was doing such a strange job of it that I had to take over. I hate cleaning fish. Its gross and smelly. Whatever you do...DO NOT tell my Father that I can clean fish. You know what would happen. I'd be home and he'd come back from fishing all day with a crap load of work for me to do. I'm telling you....if I find out you rat on me....you will have to suffer my wrath. I think I am going to go call John and Vic's today was the family get together.
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