Cleaning madly for Christmas dinner at my house leads to finding
all of the dog's toys.
Trying to get a santa hat on a dog who will tear up even a bandanna
around her neck is not going to happen. See y'all on the flip side;
I am trying to post holiday colored cars on rust chronicles in the
meantime.
And I have a big wedding picture gallery up but I don't want to feed
the url to the spiders. Drop a comment or an email or something if
you want to see them.
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A pistol cleaning kit, a Ruth's Chris menu from probably 1985, and an
empty bottle of Early Times.
Building the business lately we had been scrounging up desks from thrift
stores and wherever else, and I was in my mother-in-law's basement, amidst
never ending piles of stuff and furniture. They tell me it used to be worse
before the basement was flooded in Katrina. I don't believe them.
She was livid at the sight of the bottle.
We laughed.
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