Have you ever wondered what those cinderblocks in my living room are for? Surely you noticed the absence of a 1974 Chevy Nova. The plants, candles and Buddha head all lounge on expensive Scandinavian Shelving, (so the wax drips and water rings contribute to the authenticity of 21st Century living). They aren't a mnemonic device to retrain the owners of stubbed toes to do something, and they aren't an abstract art installation in our home gallery.
What are those bricks for?
Would you believe they're the mounting for an invisible, space-age missile defense system?
No? how about concrete holding cells for miniature hamsters with criminal dispositions?
No? Foundations for trailerpark interior decor?
Ahh the mystery, more tomorrow...
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It ATE MY COMMENT.
1) I owe you an email...life has been hectic between my mom and dad's steely eyed determination to get me married and between these two transactions I've been ripping my hair out over for the entire month of december.
2) Very briefly-no problem. I am guilty too...of not giving someone who has been nothing less than super-nice to me the benefit of the doubt, or discussing it in other fora.
3) Happy Howlidays! Did you want back on the blogroll? I think with wordpress my concern was that you had discussed fears regarding anonymity. As it is, I have to come here through mle.
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