I say, "Why don't you like me taking your picture?"
His retort, "Well sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. Hey let me see that picture. Cool!"
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Stop Taking Pictures
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Occasional musings from a mobile blogger wandering through the South
Greetings, travelers! If you've stumbled here from my Blogger profile I'll interrupt your perusing to say you might like my other blog, "On the Front Porch", better than this one. Originally this was intended for distant family and friends to keep them up to date on the daily minutia of our lives. I can't imagine why anyone else would care. So, if you get bored, or if my children frighten you as they sometimes do me, stop by my other fine blogs:
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- Happy Anniversary!
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- Nice Turkey
- Doggone Dirty Shame
- Balloon-o-Gram
- Can't Quite Fly
- Balloons and Stars
- Happy Birthday Tristan
- Eating a Peach
- Dancing with a Skeleton
- Sweeping Up
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About Me
- Wendy
- Writer. Noun in charge of verbing, eclectic funmeister, grounded nomad, imaginary friend. Author of The League for the Suppression of Celery.
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