Re: The Quest for the Dress
Well, no more advice from me tonight I guess. I just realized that it is almost time for Mr. Boomer to call from his junket location. Maybe he will tell me something I can write about. I am sure that he will not care about hearing about my dress. But that's OK. One time, about 5 years ago, when he went on this annual junket, which I really do encourage because he loves it so, I sold the house. The weird thing about that is that the house had not even been for sale. He still likes me though.
Oh Sam, I just went to send this and the red sign showed up and I looked and there you were looking just like a carrot. How in the world did we ever survive those days? I once turned my hair a lovely shade of olive green.
Boomer
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Pogo was right.
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