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so glad you stopped by! stay silly *<8-D
Entries in my own writing (2)
an (un)fortunate reading experience
hi everyone!
wow, where’ve i been? hehe! well if you ask my husband, i’ve had my nose stuck in books and magazines the last few weeks! hehe!
i have this strange habit of reading several different books (plus 2-3 different magazines) at the same time. i donno why. maybe because now that i go to the library all the time and the books are free (i used to belong to book clubs and buy them all the time! egads!), it’s easy to grab a few and then just read them as i’m in the mood throughout the day/evening. …
josey
in books, my own writing
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crinkle crinkle scoop
it was the fall of 1982. the damp air lingered of the familiar smell of crunched, wet leaves and they kept sticking to my pointy boots. it was so dark we could barely see the houses outside of town until we pulled in the driveways. the plastic mask on my face smelled weird but i liked it. i just needed to stop licking my lips because they were getting chapped and i hated that chapstick crap mom made me use.
rex and annie gave us apples again this year. well foo. i guess that’s okay, at least that’s one thing dad won’t eat! papaw gave us an apple, too, but mamaw of course threw in lots of candy. its so cool she puts them in the special little bags. and she remembered i love baby ruth!
my bucket was getting pretty heavy and we were headed home. cyb wanted to trade, and mom hollered at us one last time that there was no trading and it was all going in one big bowl when we got home. the BIG ORANGE bowl…
josey
in family, holidays, my own writing
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