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I hope you all had a nice meal and company.
Your friends must have been separated a good part of their married life and each build their own lives. I can't imagine not doing anything together at some point during the day.
posted by
skye08
on May 30, 2010 at 8:24 PM
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Kabuiepie-;)
Well, the drive was good and so was the steak and it was good to see Art and have supper love
posted by
WileyJohn
on May 30, 2010 at 7:37 PM
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Kabu
I guess that is why there is chocolate and vanilla. I too would rather not go if George didn't go. But I did those sorts of things when I was younger and single.
posted by
Justi
on May 30, 2010 at 7:07 PM
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Kabu
Different strokes for different folks...
posted by
Nautikos
on May 30, 2010 at 6:52 PM
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Not a day to garden
Oh boy, I have been around this type of lady so I can relate to your discomfort I do hope your day was not to bad this time/LB
posted by
MsJudy
on May 30, 2010 at 5:42 PM
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I would not be too comfortable around her either. Hopefully conversation can glose the gap.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on May 30, 2010 at 3:09 PM
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write a story about her, use the time for your research interview, don't tell her ever
posted by
the-loanlady
on May 30, 2010 at 2:39 PM
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I would feel the same way too, hope you had fun
posted by
Lanetay
on May 30, 2010 at 2:35 PM
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Perhaps you will learn new things about this lady, Grandmummy. Who knows? You pair may even grow to be friends. I love you. I love Poppy. Have a wonderful evening, and while you are away, I will post more of my story for you to read. I think of you always.
posted by
lovelyladymonk
on May 30, 2010 at 2:29 PM
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It is definitely not a miserable day today here. It is just perfect with bright sunshine, constant breeze, low humidity, 88
oF at the moment. It's the kind of day to sit in an old wooden garden chair in the shade of an old oak, the kind of chair with the wide flat armrests just right for holding an icy glass of tea, and read a captivating book until the singing of the birds lulls one off to dreamland.
posted by
TAPS.
on May 30, 2010 at 12:41 PM
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