New book shop sign
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Or at least I plan to hang out the new sign for the shop -- the battery on the drill ran down before I could get too far on [...]
Or at least I plan to hang out the new sign for the shop -- the battery on the drill ran down before I could get too far on [...]
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"What kind of monster is white and walks around?" asked the kid.
"Uhhh, I don't know," I said after a period of judicious consideration. "What kind of monster is white and walks around?"
"A sheep!" she said.
"Wha . . . ? Wait. A sheep isn't a monster!"
"No. I put that part in [...]
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The kid comes dashing into the kitchen.
"Where's Mom?" she asks.
"I'm right here," she answers, coming into the kitchen.
"Mom! I need a shovel! You do, too! Come on!" The kid turned around and went dashing back outside.
I am afraid my child has joined the neighborhood chapter of the cosa nostra [...]
But they don't always end up with everyone happy!
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