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Archive for March, 2008

So is the Mom, and the rest of the crew.
“It” (slumlady) drove by the house very, very slowly.
A chill went through our collective bones.
Then she turned to go to her office to treat a patient for stress, I suppose.
Wow.

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Many years ago, my father, William A. Mahan, put an ad in ‘The Recycler’, for a roommate, as his mother was in the Motion Picture Country Home, and he had to take care of her, and needed someone to take care of the house while he was gone.
Louise Hogarth answered the ad.  It seemed like [...]

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I finally had to brush poor Vito the Cat, little Vinnie’s large, black brother.
He has had dreadlocks that have been driving him insane.
So, I snuck up on him in the living room, and began trying to separate and pull the dreaded dreads out.
Vito was not happy, and he made it clear.  Bobby was watching, and [...]

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brought to you by slumlandlady and lord.
Judy Davis Farash and hubby Martin Farash.
The stress therapist and her husband, the addiction specialist.
Just. Too. Funny.
I believe this falls into the category of “non-fiction.”
Samantha Dunn?  Did I get it right?

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“Vote for ‘The Lost Girls’s’ Blog!”
We are, Bobby. Every chance we get.

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Today is daylight savings time, and Bobby is bellowing because it is still hot and sunny at six-twenty p.m.
The nutjob landlady put her For Rent sign on the lawn yesterday, and today two very nice Latino families came to the door and knocked. I invited them in, and Bobby started flapping and jumping.
We all [...]

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