So, as if being sick isn't enough, there is now some salt being added to the wound of not being able to go to Florida this weekend.
My name is included in the book "What Not To Name Your Baby."
Charming.
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Everyone needs a place to put the crazy in their life. For us, this is that place.
"I love my sisters; they're great. That doesn't mean a single one of us should be allowed out in society. Quite the contrary."
-Margaret
"When I was a kid, one of the rides at KiddieLand busted out my front tooth so I had to get a fake one. It's not as cool as, say, having an eye patch, but you take what you can get, I guess. Anyway, they shut that place down."
-Martha
"About us? What's to know about us? I had a diary with a kitten on the cover in fourth grade. Does that help?"
-Catherine
"I love my sisters; they're great. That doesn't mean a single one of us should be allowed out in society. Quite the contrary."
-Margaret
"When I was a kid, one of the rides at KiddieLand busted out my front tooth so I had to get a fake one. It's not as cool as, say, having an eye patch, but you take what you can get, I guess. Anyway, they shut that place down."
-Martha
"About us? What's to know about us? I had a diary with a kitten on the cover in fourth grade. Does that help?"
-Catherine
"Actually, I pretend not to be related to them."
-Victoria
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- Margaret is plotting a new course.
- Martha is a "liar, liar, pants on fire." Of course, if my pants are really on fire, I don't think I should be overly troubled about being a liar.
- Catherine is not washing her hair.
- Victoria is smiling.
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3 comments:
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Aw, poor Martha... (hahaha)...
But if it makes you feel better, my friend accidentally killed a kitten today. No matter how sick you are, I still bet you're feeling better than he is!
Poor kitty. Of course, there was also that time I ran over a bunny on Easter...
He stepped on it.
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