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I Should Be Cleaning

But I'm not. I'm only human. Well, partly human. Sometimes.

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  1. How about "The DaVinci Codpiece"?

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  2. I'm wearing one right now~!

    I meant to say, are you wearing one right now?

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  3. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

    Actually, I prefer more modern arrangements than somnthing that looks like an old VW trunk lid

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  4. Could you please give me more detail than just saying 'modern arrangements'? My mind thanks you. :grin:

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  5. Could you please give me more detail than just saying 'modern arrangements'? My mind thanks you. :grin:

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  6. I think the clinical term is 'skivvies.'

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  7. Since I've been pressured into answering questions about my underwear, my turn - how'd the blessing go and is there any green bean casserole left?

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  8. The blessing is tomorrow, so I'm not sure how it went yet.

    To my knowledge, no one is bringing any bean casserole. However, I bought two different sandwich platters at Costco today, I made a pasta salad, my dad's favorite garlic dip(which I was roundly chastised for not having here for him last sunday) and I am about to make some cupcakes. Other people are bringing veggie platters, fruit platters, assorted salads, chips, dips, etc.

    I also bought chocolates and candies to put into dishes around the house. Wasn't that nice of me? I'll also be making a punch.

    I've had hubby hanging pictures, wall sconces, shelves, flower baskets out in front and lots of other things. I've been cleaning and cleaning and then just for laughs I cleaned some more.

    I'm so tired and I still have one room left. Our bedroom. You might not think that room would require much in the way of cleaning for a party. You'd be wrong. You don't know the people coming to this shindig. They will invade every inch of my home.

    I'm tired. Can you telll?

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  9. I hear cod's becoming an endangered species, but not this one...

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  10. Thank goodness for that!

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  11. So, is your grand niece officially blessed?

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  12. Yes, she's been blessed. The partiers partied and consumed food and drink, leaving a pile of empty plates and debris in their wake.

    All have departed.

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  13. There use to be enough cod off the grand banks of Newfoundland to bring ships to a halt..there is no mystery as to why they are all gone....Oh My Cod did I just say something serious?

    Is that why Tom Hanks grew a MULLET for the film?

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  14. And how could I forget the obvious?





    Cleanliness is next to codliness.

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  15. You're right. You're slipping. I've been awaiting that comment since I put up my post.

    Try to keep up dear.

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  16. So many ways to reply to that one . . . . . so many ways to die . . . .

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