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Thoughts, ebbing and flowing, seem to oscillate on the tide. Much like the Walluski, they appear to be lazy and slow moving. However, the current runs deep, over the bathymetric terrain, and is sometimes deceptively swift. There are other times, though, when it can softly babble.
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CB, that photo wasn't bad.
Your story reminds me of when ever I had to do some shopping after working in the woods or around the house and I was just too grubby to be seen, I'd always go to the Sentury Market where Astoria Ford is because no one in there ever looked good. I fit right in.
LOL! But it sure puts to rest an argument my husband and I had been having about hairstyling. He gets his done at home, I, of course, get my done at a salon by the same stylist and won't go to anyone else (seriously) because I insist it must be a toss and go hairstyle. HAHAHAHA! My husband says I forgot to add that it must look good after I toss and want to go!
CB, though I don't know you yet, I feel like I do and so I feel like I can say the following.
You know the title of this post "Ouch"? I think that's the sound you made when you finally were able to drag your comb through that hair.
love you!!!! Bygones!
LOL! YES! YES! YES!
PLUS the paint did NOT come come out of my clothing! And it was latex, water based supposedly! My new pants! WAH!
so, when do I need to bring my skates and go to ABS to snag that tape?
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