Sometimes.Just so you know.
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Me too. Can I come with you?
Comment by Renae C — August 16, 2009 @ 11:32 pm
Where are we going?
Comment by Puna — August 17, 2009 @ 12:50 am
Sometimes no farther than the washing machine in the garage. But this time, I look to the curb where I see your turquoise convertible, white leather interior, idling. And then we're off to who knows where.
Comment by Karen Maezen Miller — August 17, 2009 @ 12:56 am
Oh. Glad to know I'm not the only one.
Comment by RocketMom Cheryl — August 17, 2009 @ 2:35 am
Mmmm, to somewhere warm, where we can live with minimal clothes and just hand wash, but then again……
Comment by Dhana — August 17, 2009 @ 6:58 am
I am so with you!
Comment by Anonymous — August 17, 2009 @ 3:39 pm
As I unpack from a 5-day camping trip I look upon clothes so muddy they will be thrown away, dirty camping pans, garbage, recyclables, bills, long lists of school supplies and advice I received recently from a wise woman, "Make yourself at home and take care of it as your own. It's the only one there is." I shall put it to good use-
Comment by Bridge — August 17, 2009 @ 5:37 pm
Comment by Mama Zen — August 17, 2009 @ 5:45 pm
yes. good to know. (really.)
Comment by Terri — August 17, 2009 @ 5:58 pm
The machine at the house where we're staying here in London both washes AND dries! I thought it was such a great device until I realized it holds about 5 items and takes 4 plus hours to complete both cycles.
Breathe in, breathe out. Again.
Comment by Melissa Moore — August 17, 2009 @ 6:36 pm
aah, I know it. I know it. My people are a bit much these days, too.
Comment by Shawn — August 18, 2009 @ 1:30 am
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