Where the fuck is "my" lawyer? The guy won't even call me back, never mind move this zoning process forward. Waiting. Calling. Wishing. Hoping.
Looks like Dolores can close on her aerie in the Bronx, however. Mortgage came through, closing scheduled for Monday.
Dangerman is back at work.
Oceangurl has left the Island for another, that of Great Britain.
The Angelina Jolie of the Georgia Piedmont is still visiting.
The Artist known as Chang is back in New York.
And so will I be soon.
fair warning: on block island or manhattan or in missouri, we can be a little salty
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There are no "justs" in life. Especially on Block Island. Like, the kitchen faucet is leaking, so I'll just call the plumber. Yeah, right. I'll complete my plumbing courses at NIT before John Henry appears. Or, "Maybe I'll just change the sheets on the bed." The Sex Magnet has just stripped the king sized mattress in the main love nest down to the box springs, and now I'm washing the windows all around it before we re-assemble it with romantic striped and floral sheets, from the Dowling Barn collection.
You think that's funny. There is actually a Claudia's collection at Pottery Barn.
The collection can also be found by looking in the trash, dump, or on the street. Or so says the evelvator man. And furthermore, it seems to run in the family. On both sides. Lucky we also like to build houses.
Yes, luckily for me you like to build houses. But you know, the dump isn't what it once was, now that it's a transfer station or whatever euphemism they're using. Quel dommage.
Claudia's Dump has a nice ring to it, don't ya think? You open it; I'll run it. Heaven.
The original concept was B & C's Junk City. Followed by the idea for B & C's Five-Star Transport--to haul all the shit out.
"my lawyer"...is your first misconcepton. Like the oldest profession in the world they are only your lawyer if the money and time is right. If Citichild was a lawyer then you could really feel she is your lawyer. As your child she would still have to take calls from her Mom sometimes
i am never becoming a fuckign lawyer. you want one, dowling? go ask your stepson.
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