I've got WAY too much work to do to be posting something.
Okay. So The Queen learned a very valuable lesson yesterday. You DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS. Obviously, everyone learns this lesson from the age of 5, when your father asks you, "What do you do if some strange man asks you to help him find his lost puppy?" And then, you so enthusiastically respond, "You kick him in his privates and say NOOOOOOOOOO!!" Well, at least that's how I learned. And so when a young woman (couldn't be any older than my older sister) came to my door yesterday and asked questions about when my mother would be home, questions about the other kids in the neighborhood...I did the completely WRONG thing to do. I answered her questions and thought nothing of it. I didn't think her out-of-state license plates were all that threatening. I didn't think that her black (with polka dots) galoshes (similar to these ) were all that threatening. I figured she was just another one of those annoying Youth For Christ advocates asking if I w...
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With my senseless ramblings (diminished in size a tad, but senseless nonetheless) in tow.
And I just felt it was necessary to confess that I feel your pain.
It hurts like an arrow in the arse.
Twenty-four-seven only sounds like enough time.
Anyway, your post, since it is similar to my most recent one, deserves a standing ovation, perhaps...?
=P
Awesome blog, as always.
Keep at it!
=)