Bombs Dropping Down
This is our new front door. It’s obviously old, but new to us.
Um yeah . . .
This is NOT a ground breaking post. We all know dealing with Time Warner is a nightmare! More on my adventure, tomorrow. Unless I’m still on hold with “Rosa.”
Eddie’s out on his porch.
Peace: Swallowed Whole
“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe that “very many” people in this country live in third world poverty. If they do, it is thoroughly by choice. I give help to the DESERVING poor.”
About a number between And about this! “cause what’s life worth living if you can’t think about cute boys! AAAAAAnd I’m thinking about . . . the story I’m attempting to write. I get so excited when I sit down to work on this piece and then I panic . . get up . . …
Shhhhh, there’s news . . . But, it’s OK, because the most understanding husband in the world knows! In fact, he’s taking me to see Pearl Jam TWICE this year. Doesn’t get much better than that! Nothing like a husband that supports your obsession!!! That’s love!