happens that can't be done,
etc.
Consolation: it's gone to e-mail.
The Post Office can kiss their stamps.
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
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holy cow! a house!! you guys rock! I know it must be kinda surreal and freaky tho. As for my owning one, no - that is, Dean bought his Cleve. house as a fixer-upper project and I lived there but had nothing to do with it on paper. Scott already owned his house when we got together. Biggest things I own: car, bikes, pooter, piano. Thank goodness more and more of my friends are buying homes since I'll probably have to circulate between their houses in my dotage, not having any kids to live off of - so brace yourselves for crotchety old Susanvisits :)
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