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, January 14, 2006
Click on the latest postcard to read the back
You know, I'm terrible, really terrible. I harass people until I can force them into sending me a postcard. I know, I know, its a bad thing to do. I just can't help myself. My latest victim was cousin Jeff. He went to San Diego with Marla on a business trip. When I found out, I went into action and it looks like my pestering really worked. I told him, "Hey, if your sister could send me a postcard from Jamaica on her HONEYMOON, you can send me a postcard from Marla's business trip. Hey, it worked...plus, his comments on the back of the card cracked me up.
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