One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
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Here’s one for Matt – turn of the century color photography from Russia. Most of them were taken just after WWI.
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Another one hit out of the park by Regretsy: Bored in the USA. I was laughing so hard I could barely read it out loud to Tim!
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WANT!!!!! I have no carpentry skills, but would happily trade for hand-knit socks… :eyes Sharon’s dad:
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Here’s one for Barbara – post-it notes that look like blades of grass. THE CUTE!
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Jabba has never looked so tasty!
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Fascinating – have y’all been following this story? King Tut was disabled, malarial, and inbred!
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Hahahah – greatest party boat ever!
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Okay, maybe I’m a dumbass for saying this, but the clocks are awesome and I have decent woodworking skills. Was there one in particular you liked?
You know, I’ve been looking them over and I CAN’T DECIDE WHICH ONE I LIKE!!! All of them…? Every time I think “THAT ONE” I look at another one and like it just as much. I think it’s a toss-up between Solaris and Hawiian Time. But then, the more I look at them the more I think they’re also worth a lot more than handknit socks. They’re worth, like, a handknit sweater, out of handspun yarn!
OMG, OMG, how did I miss the yarn package?!?!?!