When I was in college, we read Waiting For Godot. It was a wonderful book. One day one of my friends was taking the train out of Penn Station. Because we thought it would be fun and we were kind of nerdy, we went to the information desk and had them page Mr. Godot. Oddly, he never showed up.
Wildly in love with my husband B., former guardian of the late, lamented Miss Tallulah Mae (the wonder dog), adorer of all canines, dilettantish crafter, obsessed with birds, vintage shopper, lover of libraries, neophyte cellist, and foziewisp.
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When I was in college, we read Waiting For Godot. It was a wonderful book. One day one of my friends was taking the train out of Penn Station. Because we thought it would be fun and we were kind of nerdy, we went to the information desk and had them page Mr. Godot. Oddly, he never showed up.
I recognize that stance--I call it the,"listen squirrel/rabbit/bird, you better get the heck out of my yard. OR ELSE"
But,I prefer to think that you have a really nice UPS person who gives treats to doggies.
ictichn and astax. I could have used these to write about an itchy bottom!
"I am looking for my Grandma! She tries to give me treats when Mommy and Daddy aren't looking." XOXO
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