I don't have jack crap when it come's to blogging a new post. Notta, nuttin, zilch.
Should I share this? or that? He said? She said? Ooooh the humility of it all.
I do have a couple of deadline's to meet, so I'll be here, only not really.
What the hell, go ahead and dance with a few lemons.
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Nothing to write about? Been there, doing that for the last 2 weeks. I feel your pain.
Hey Crabbs looks like she has a table built for two in the kitchen. Does that mean you have to sit at the kids table for Thanksgiving?
Very funny, LOL. She has a nice sized dining room table. Every year, no matter what, we all seem to fit.
I like lemons.. they make my faqce go all skrunchy..
sweet
I like dancing!
Writer's block. I'm familiar with it.
So....if you can't think of anything else....tell us whats in your frig and take pics. Anything growing?
*dances with lemons*
*juice squirts in eye*
*runs away screaming with pain*
*dances some more*
Roxi-They make me pucker.
Sal-With lemons?
Crab-I could so take pics of my fridge. Nothing is growing, the kid doesn't let anything stay in there long enough. BTW, He has a friend that come's over, when I got home from work tonight, his friend's butt was sticking out of my fridge.
nodders-Sound's to me, like you know how to party.
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