I promise: that's it...
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I'm in time out, anyway. (You knew I had to find it.) I don't know what SJP's all upset about: I'd say she wins the...alright, someone save me. I just hope this week's Sunday Scribblers prompt isn't fashion...(I think I missed my calling: gossipy snipe.)
Labels: another, brick, in the wall
2 Comments:
Certainly your talents are at least as wide-ranging as the great state of Texas!
You're right, Miss A: The girth of Texas is about the size I need for my tangential mind.
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