I have a friend who told me last night that my blog is stale. Stale like old bread. Whateva. So I called her a few names while we were chatting online, and then decided to do something about it.
So some new posts are coming.
Posts
Every September, I step up onto my soapbox to report for my self-appointed
duty — one part desperate, one part cantankerous — to remind us that summer
is...
1 week ago
1 comment:
Stale like old RYE bread.
But I'm happy now.
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