In reviewing previous posts on my blog, I've come to the conclusion that my life reads alot like an I Love Lucy episode.
Actually, I just lied right there. I was telling Pamela about my harrowing, near-getting-stuck-on-the-shelf-in-my-closet experience (see below), and she told me that my life plays out like an I Love Lucy episode.
Makes one wonder why I was blessed with the ability to reproduce, huh?
Like A Bridge Over Troubled Icing
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[A group of Wreckerators, some in frosting-smeared aprons, walk on stage
and begin to sing...]
*When they're leery*
*Feeling small...*
*When tears are ...
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