Sometimes it really IS the small things.
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Back in October I bought the purse of my dreams. And when I say the purse-o-my-dreams... sigh... I. mean. it. I was happy without sex for weeks. Cause I had my purse. My beautiful red purse.
As the honeymoon phase of the purse loving is starting to wear off, ever so slightly, I have found another dream.
And OMG. Talk about WANTING to clean! What the hell? WANTING to clean? I am serious here. I have been deprived of a great vacuum, even a semi-ok-I-can-deal vacuum for. years.
Until now. Watch out dirt. I am armed. And ready.
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Posted by
and rudeness
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Wednesday, January 17, 2007
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LOL! You can come do my house!! The nesting hasn't kicked in yet and I don't think my place has been vacuumed in a while. LOL
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Posted by
Brenda
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January 17, 2007 4:41 PM
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