The final fruits of summer—unless I get lucky in Block Island and some vestige of my garden remains.
fair warning: on block island or manhattan or in missouri, we can be a little salty
fair warning: on block island or manhattan or in missouri, we can be a little salty
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Ohh, Ahhhh....
Serve marinated in Becks, accompanied by a frosted pitcher of Chelada.
I understand you are all placing bets.
Will I quit first, or get fired.
O.k., O.k. So I haven't worked for anyone else since I was 23. And you can't count John.
I have to admit, the phrase "My Boss" sounds almost as wierd as "My husband." I never did get used to that one.
Oh, well. Can't win 'em all.
Bets on what?
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