Doug said we have to go to the supermarket tomorrow. Wait a minute. Didn’t we just go yesterday? It feels like it. No. That was eight days ago. How did that happen? Sometimes I feel like I am living in two worlds. People shouldn’t have two houses. It’s too confusing. I’ll be glad when my son is out on his own and the house is sold. My underpants there are starting to dry rot.
Here’s the fabric I bought to make new nightgowns.
Gloves or socks?
My son’s girlfriend.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 
October 2, 2008 at 2:29 pm
So here I am worried that the email I sent you about Martinez might go to your junk email folder because the word “beaver” is in the subject, and you talk about dry rotting underpants.
October 3, 2008 at 1:37 am
Your sons’ girlfriend is beautiful. LOL I bet it was love at first sight. Dry rotting underwear? You are going to see some strange hits on your feed burner. Hahaha! You do make me laugh!