Post-Anneliese’s-Wedding conversation with my mom. Unfortunately, as the number of my single friends dwindles, I’ve started wondering that very same question myself.
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Post-Anneliese’s-Wedding conversation with my mom. Unfortunately, as the number of my single friends dwindles, I’ve started wondering that very same question myself.
So, my Maine coons started this trend. My mom and I would put the mail on the stairs, which Scat Cat and Curious George would take turns surfing on it down the stairs, slamming into the wall. For you, Mom.
One Christmas, my dog, Nickey, ate a bunch of my presents and ornaments. My job was the dog yard. I found out where my clay went, and haven’t really been able to use polymer clay much since.