I think we're all bozos on this bus
Just take it out for a test drive. No obligation. Cheap at twice the price.
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Mis for the many things you taught me, like the time your much-laundered Keds had a hole in the toe and you painted your pinky toe white so it would be less noticeable, that a gal with a sweet Southern accent can always talk her way out of a ticket (my accent isn’t sweet enough or Southern [...]
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All the Mother’s Day advertising has me in an I Remember Mama mood. I could tell a million stories about my mother, and eventually I will. What keeps me from telling one every day is that they all require vast amounts of exposition. It’s not that I can’t supply the words; on the contrary, it [...]
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Rick’s dad had a question for any of us who bought a new vehicle: “How’s the love affair with the [insert vehicle]?” Ironically, in the decade that saw the fall of the Berlin Wall, the love affair with my little truck was cut short by Communism. I first dreamed of owning a truck when, time [...]
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My dear friend Toi (who needs to be flogged into getting back to work on her blog) wondered if the repairman who was here last week took off his clothes, which gives me an excuse to rerun this tale: My dad and brothers were Outdoorsmen, and, well, yes, they liked to shoot furry and winged things [...]
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I didn’t realize that today was going to be the First Day of Spring, but I must have sensed it, because yesterday I hung the sheets outside to dry for the first time this year. Mmmmmmmmm the smell of sunshine in the sheets . . . I love hanging laundry outside to dry. It reminds [...]
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Maybe My Brother Bob had to make do with used underpants for Christmas, but Our Brother Glenn didn’t.
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Having spent the last 48 hours or so in a self-pitying funk, I am now going to shake off the blues and enter Christmas, the Season. I will attempt to inundate us all with the freaking Christmas spirit, or else. I begin with My Second Christmas. There are no known photos of me on My [...]
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Seeing Ozzy on television takes me back to the days when he was stalking me. At his house. Then he moved and didn’t give me his new address! WTF?
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