Monday, September 18, 2006
I barely have the strength to post this.
I completely agree with dad and mom's number one son that moving stinks. While we don't have any damaged furniture, I have a husband with a severly sprained ankle and I am missing half a toe. The house is still a mess but it is MINE! I'll post more once I find my desk.
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About time you agreed with me. Did anyone find the missing half toe, put it in a crackerjack box, board a bus to the hospital, knockout a mugger, drive the bus, and deliver the toe to have it reattached? Just wondering.
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