I saw a white squirrel in Minneapolis once
We have some albino squirrels living on the same street as the governor's mansion close to my house.
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I saw a white squirrel in Minneapolis once
We have some albino squirrels living on the same street as the governor's mansion close to my house.
I once saw a deer with what for all the world looked like Appaloosa markings (the blanket with no spots pattern). It wasn't so much a whitetail deer as a whitebutt. And yes, I'm sure it was a deer and not a horse. Country girl, me. I can tell the difference. And there were multiple witnesses.
I thought haberdashers did hats.
Evil hats.
Haberdashers do clothes. A "gentleman's haberdasher" sells suits, shirts, socks...
If there's any jobma to spare, I'd like some, please. I've been working as a temp at a local firm, doing data entry work, but I managed to let them know that I can write, and have been put to work writing FAQs, internal memos, etc.
There's a chance that they might want to bring me on full time as a writer in their curriculum development department. This discussion is apparently taking place this afternoon.
Eep!
I remember black squirrels from my college days. There was an interesting variation where some of them had reddish tails, which was rather cool.
The squirrels were so tame, unfortunately, that they would invade dorm rooms and tear apart backpacks, etc. to get at treats.
Much job~ma, Anne.
Much job~ma, Anne.
Go, Anne!!!
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I am glad Allyson made note of Polgara's mother passing. I've known since yesterday, and it felt odd not saying anything, but as I found out from her sister who doesn't post here, it seemed not my place.
If you know Polgara or Little Sister (Pawswithclaws) at all, have talked to them, probably even once, in person, you know their deep love, and admiration of, and gratitude to their mom. And she was too damned young--55. Little Sister has been in the middle of planning her (own) wedding. I am drowning in denial of the "it's not fair" and "it can't be" variety, and have been since I heard from Little Sister. When I first read her post, I kept thinking I was reading it wrong, or it was a reference to a sick joke I wasn't privy to, or something.