meanmamma adores her spouse and offspring, barak obama, old roses, sweet potato latkes, trader joes coastal fume blanc, her book club, paris in any season, facebook word games, and is so very proud of her french scholar, her fulbright scholar, and her midway college student.....
meanmamma adores her spouse and offspring, barak obama, old roses, sweet potato latkes, trader joes coastal fume blanc, her book club, paris in any season, facebook word games, and is so very proud of her french scholar, her fulbright scholar, and her midway college student.....
Thursday, February 10, 2005
the new 'f' word.......
ok, so i awoke to the pervasive smell of smoke......and the the horror that the smell of smoke will not be easily erased from this house........it is everywhere......just like the soot has settled in the least likely of places.......were it not for too many glasses of wine i might not have slept at all last night.....fearing that the fire was not really out....frankly, i cam see us as modern day lady macbeth's.........only this is much more soaked-in than can be washed away with 'out, out damn spot'......omg......gentle readers.....please be aware, that even when i have ceased to blog about this fire...i am thinking about it while i blog......and i predict that this near-death experience will remain at the forefront of my psyche for quite some time.......
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