this one came from out of nowhere...
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Highly personal and suspicious information about the author of this blog:
- frog and toads wild ride
- East Wenatchee, Washington, United States
- I am: fond of weird things, the smell of books, and licorice jelly beans. Mother to two impish boys, ages 6 and 8. Wife of an ornery man with a strange sense of humor and a good heart. Always interested in artmaking (collage, photography, painting, printmaking), writing, and a number of passing interests too numerous to list - I hope I get to live an extra long time because I'll need it.
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"a pink plastic aura"??
Hahaha!
Go far far away....
... and may the Force be with you, because everything else will just ricochet off that plastic... (not that your work would be self-referential or anything)
:)
I AM far far away! :0)
Actually the person I was referring to had a bleached-blond bubble hairdo, she adored Michael Bolton, she wore this atrocious perfume that was sicky-sweet, AND she sang off-key!!! AND she was in love with Michael B. so she just had to sing along with all his songs!!! I worked side by side with this woman for 2 years. I don't know how I did it. I'm sure it was my pennance for something bad I did in a past life...
oh yeah...she had stinky little feet and she used to take her shoes off all the time. Probably had a ferret living in her oven too...
Stinky little feet?? Now you're just being mean. (loud laughter) And I don't know why a ferret would be living in an oven. And I'm too scared to ask.
You're right - that is mean; but she was so annoying!!!! (This was probably at least 12 years ago, so I can only hope she wouldn't ever read this.)
I actually did have a friend (a guy) who had this ferret that some 'friend' of his dumped on him. He didn't cook much if at all and so when the ferret came to live with him and it decided to live in the oven, that was ok with him. The ferret pretty much had the run of the house (I think it was box trained) and it didn't really like people much so whenever anyone went there to visit, they had to keep their feet up off the floor because the ferret would rush their ankles from under the couch or chair and nip at their ankles. I don't remember going to his house much in the time he lived with the ferret.
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