I'm sitting at Cowboy's grandmother's house, awaiting his return. Before he left, we were designing his new house (more on that later) but now I'm alone.
secret rooms, spam and bear costumes.
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A few quick mysteries: In case you missed it, we found a secret room (half
room?) in our new house and I still don’t know what it is or what to do
with it....
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
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She wants her planet back. Woolfy – “Shooting Stars” Funny how his voice in
this song made me think he was singing ratchet instead of rapture. I heard
this...
The Fertile Crescent on the Prairie
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I moved to Tiny Town SD this past February. Through the grace of The
Universe, Weed Killer knows someone who has rental properties and posted on
Facebook ...
Friends not Foes
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As I mentioned in a previous post, we women are quite insecure and often
compete with every woman we run into in the grocery store, restaurant and
even the...
Connection
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I know. It's been forever. Again. For those of you who continue to check
for updates, thank you. I apologize for not posting life stories, deep and
mean...
runner's high.
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kevin and i completed our first ever half-marathon this past weekend, in
phoenix-tempe. i didn't really train, so i'm in pain still. and i didn't
get the t...
hah. and the grandma went too??
ReplyDeleteShe wasn't home at the time.
ReplyDeleteI felt like such an ugly date, getting stood up for a sexier raccoon. A raccoon he NEVER FOUND by the way. Oh, woe is me. :)