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Soggy

Published 31.5.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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My weekend wasn't exactly boring. Just excitement challenged.

I took pictures of the Princess and newly named Church Maintinence Man canoodling in the downtown district. Unfortunately, the camera I was using ate the two best rolls of black and white. But, it was rather amusing to watch Barbie prance around them in her tall gold high heels, trying to make them laugh and trying to keep her skirt from flying up around her ears at the same time.

And while I have many cute funny stories to tell of the weekend, including getting lost with a certain Barbie on the way to a certain beach which we have been to SEVERAL times before, I can easily say the highlight of excitement this weekend was driving to work this morning, only to make the mental connection AFTER I got out of my car that leaving the sunroof open during a rainstorm will produce wet car seats. Which will, in turn, produce a translucent pastel skirt.



I can safely say my excitement can be summed up with soggy undies.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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