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ON OUR WAY TO MEET HIS NEW BOSS, MY HUSBAND ASKS IF I'M NERVOUS.

I REPLY, "I WOKE UP BLIND ONE MORNING. NERVOUS GOES AWAY AFTER THAT."

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Monday, May 23, 2016

Consider This Blog A Teenage Boy's Bedroom

Well, Raindrops, here's the thing. I was going to tell you about some of the work I have been doing behind the scenes to improve this blog but then it hit me. "Behind the scenes" is code for we've got a real mess on our hands and we don't want you to see it. Remember The Wizard of Oz? I didn't need to know what was on the other side of that curtain then and you sure don't now. 

If you have a brother then you remember when not only he but your mom started to close his bedroom door. Security should have been posted outside his room with the repeated declaration: "Nothing to see here! Keep moving!".  

This blog cannot afford a security guard or a bodyguard, lifeguard or guardrail. I'm all you've got to protect you from the complete anarchy that is only one flimsy green curtain and a Toto away. While you're looking at my front I've got your back. And you're little dog, too. 

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