Posted on July 14, 2008 by Aunt B.
We saw a house today.
That’s all I can say about it.
Okay, I can say a little more.
It’s over in Charlotte Park and has a front porch and a fireplace and a huge, friendly kitchen. And there’s a fenced in back yard and a screened in porch. And a secret passage between the bedrooms.
And dancing girls.
Okay, [...]
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Posted on July 14, 2008 by Aunt B.
It was little surprise to hear Robin Smith complaining about how people hate her because she’s not an elitist, because, you know, the conservatives are supposed to be the party of the every-day schmoes while the liberals are the party of effete wankers and atheists and pot smoking hippies and welfare cheats.
That is, of course, [...]
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Posted on July 14, 2008 by Aunt B.
I dare you to watch this and not fall a little in love.
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Posted on July 14, 2008 by Aunt B.
The boys were all lounging around my living room watching movies all afternoon–Eastern Promises, The Bank Job, and Rambo. I feel as if I should be able to write you up something insightful and deep about seeing those movies all in a row like that–maybe tell you something about what it revealed to me about [...]
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Posted on July 14, 2008 by Aunt B.
Is Bill Hobbs on vacation?
I ask only because it’s now July 14th and he hasn’t posted anything since the 10th, which means that, throughout this whole Robin Smith affair, he’s been silent.
I find this interesting, frankly, more interesting than folks yanking Smith’s chain, though that’s been fun. It’s something to keep an eye on. Why [...]
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Posted on July 14, 2008 by Aunt B.
I am at the point where I’m certain Kathy’s tired of me, tired of driving around Nashville, and tired of the prospect of walking into houses that are so depressing you about want to cry.
There are roughly three kinds of houses in my price range–Right, but maybe not my thing; in needs of fixes I [...]
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