3 days in a row of cold showers.
Honeymoon's over. Now, when I wake up and open my eyes, I have something bad to say out loud. Rhymes with truck.
140 days of "truck" to go.
Friday, January 16, 2009
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(My original intent was to talk about how to make things better. Then, I got sent to Iraq. Then, I became a New Mexican. So, I guess I'm not sure what I'll write about.)
3 comments:
You have ducks?
oh shucks.
Thanks for the evening giggle!
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