I'm feeling lucky I can still count to 11 after night #2 of Croup + fever. WTH - I thought croup was over when she could read or something. (I know this doesn't make sense. My brain is on slush mode).
You can't open the book of my life and jump in the middle. Like woman, I'm a mystery.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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hippocampus - Nov 11, 2011 5:49:55 am PST #4839 of 6693
not your mom's socks.
Ginger - Nov 11, 2011 6:02:05 am PST #4840 of 6693
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Eleven words is hard:
If the bloodstains come out, I can sell the wedding dress.
Strix - Nov 11, 2011 7:21:56 am PST #4841 of 6693
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
And it turned out that the drunken monkey had been correct.
Amy - Nov 11, 2011 7:24:25 am PST #4842 of 6693
Because books.
You have to tell a whole story, though. And you have to tweet it! Well, you don't have to, but it's fun.
Ginger - Nov 11, 2011 8:14:21 am PST #4843 of 6693
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
It's the whole story that's so hard.
Strix - Nov 11, 2011 8:46:48 am PST #4844 of 6693
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Oh! I see...That IS challenging! Hmm.
Strix - Nov 11, 2011 8:52:09 am PST #4845 of 6693
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Done! I think.
She carried his letter always; a reminder that love transcends death.
Connie Neil - Nov 11, 2011 8:58:52 am PST #4846 of 6693
brillig
"You killed them?" the mobster scoffed, not seeing the gun I hid.
Strix - Nov 11, 2011 9:04:14 am PST #4847 of 6693
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Staring at the corpse of her enemy, she smiled. And wept.
hippocampus - Nov 11, 2011 3:23:36 pm PST #4848 of 6693
not your mom's socks.