babble
I think at some point in my life I had a jean-jacket. I can't recall having one but it seems unlikely that I didn't. You know, as a kid or something. I know I had a corduroy jacket styled after a jean jacket. I had a
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Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I know the old idiom. And really, I get it. And I don't. Hi there, here's me being incredibly thankful for all the gifts handed to me in this life. But a clothes horse? That'
babble
Normally just after (or just before) October 31st I supply you with photos of the Halloween festivities that pepper my family life throughout the month of October. Not this year. I was sick, we were harried, life was hectic. So instead of the sweet family portrait of the three of
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I'm just sitting here repeatedly tapping the shift key on my keyboard thinking... Troubling... Trying to figure... Tap tap tap. Why the shift key, you ask? Quite simply because it doesn't do anything unless I push another key too and that is very comforting when I&
clothes
this is one of those posts where I confide in you, my gentle readers... (even though you aren't really ALL so gentle, now are you?) ... something has been on my mind. something has been gnawing at me. nibbling at my thoughts. I've been preoccupied with a