mine are duds
No matter how many times I click my heels - I never seem to make it home.
posted by Kate G at 4:39 PM
Sunday, August 13, 2006
No matter how many times I click my heels - I never seem to make it home.
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12 Comments:
for as long as you wish, right?
Jesus Woman...you were just home! I told you to stay and put the child in school here for 1/2 the year and then ship your asses back to the heat for the wintah...but NOOOOOOOO "I can't pull her because she'd lose her spot in our great school for GIFTED children!"
So quit your bitchin' and just deal with hurrican season, huge big ass rats, sex 3-4 times a week wtih your husband and I'll see you again next summer.
And why didn't you ever wear those shoes this summer....I kinda like 'em, but I really hate the movie that they go with...LOL
Remember how scared I was of the Wicked Witch??? My mother chasing me up the staired to my bedroom, and they me diving 15 feet to my bed in fear of the witch grabbin' my foot/leg if I were too close... I can watch the movie now, but when she first comes on the screen I get that anxious feeling...especially whens she's at the crystal ball saying, "POPPIES...THAT WILL OD THE TRICK....SLEEEEEP, SLEEEPPPP" and "I'LL GET YOU MY LITTLE PRETTY, AND YOU LITTLE DAAAAAWG TOO!" That woman was so friggin' scary looking and her voice is haunting!
Ok...thats enough of my abusive childhood (thanks mom).
did you hide a camera in my bedroom you voyer?!? yeah, your mom was a trip. just having a sad moment. It's all heather's fault. She nosed into a part of life that lends itself to wishing I was anywhere but here.
wood splitting party tonight at Camp Welcome. There's only about 1&1/2 cord to split then pile & we have Sparky's splittah...Ma made a boiled dinnah, yous should stop by & stack a log or two & eat. The 'Man'ster will be there after six & who knows who else.
rut-ro. heava don't mean no harm.
i had a cousin who let me watch Poltergeist when i was 4 or 5. that's the movie that traumatized me for life. i kinda liked the wicked witch, no one gave her enough credit...a few therapy sessions and bong hits and she would've been soup-ah cool.
who's the Manster? is it just me or does it feel like we're talking on the phone all the time? ;-)
probably one-in-the-same cousin who encouraged you to watch traumatic movies at the ripe ol' age of 4 - n.m. you wouldn't have been cousins then.
oh, i gotcha. yeah, we were, by marraige. but i grew up with them, so it never felt like "by marraige". it was Missy who did that to me...she prefers Melissa now. is it marrIAge or marrAIge? eh, doesn't matter.
well then - Missy or Melissa now, must have froze her patootie off this weekend camping at Spenc-ah. I believe they were in tents for the birthday gras. the whole famdamily. Kids dogs mama rita & the crew... buurrrrrr... 30something is way too cold for my narrow comfort zone with nothing but a thin layer of nylon between me & the great out of doors. nano - it's not my thing. What you need to do in reciprocation is take a handful of her kids - don't worry she won't even miss em & pay her back. expose them to some gory blood & guts flick then send em home to be up all night or in her bed. That should help heal your mental scars.
Wood....woodie!
IT'S ALL WORK NO MATTER HOW YOU USE THE WORD IN A SENTENCE...RIGHT?
But Boiled dinner sounds delicious! I'm sure Boyd, Wade and the Manster will git-r-done mighty fine. I'm not into blood and guts.
Bitch. you are my home.
Holy sea cows, sex with husband 3-4 times a week>?????????? Argh! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWww
did I say with husband...?
Boyd dont stack wood there anymore. Aunt Jan-Jan has a healthy male roommate to do all the dirty work.
But I get to be the winter caretaker!!!!
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