Yesterday’s post was just an example of one of the “commonplace” conversations we have at my office that would be bizarre to others. Part of the feel of living and working in REALLY small town.
There is a one-armed man living in an “apartment” two store fronts down from my office. […]
I just said to my boss “I think the short, loud guy with the black dog is moving in with the one-armed man.”
This is the story I really wanted to tell at my friend Laura’s wedding last summer as a part of my matron-of-honor duties: (but she wouldn’t let me)
Running errands one day with Laura, we saw a very large woman wearing very shiny red spandex pants; next we got a flu shot at a […]
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