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	Tuesday, November 28, 2006 The story of the time I met the hardwood floor Well, the cat didn't fall in the pancake batter, but she saw this a-larming/mazing item, and she got puffed up like a balloon and floated away. I know I promised to tell you about Laura Ingalls Wilder, but I am sore and weary, because people knock me down a lot, and so you will have to wait. I'll tell you soon, if the bulk trash collectors don't get carried away and take the backyard with them when they pick up the broken Ikea furniture that my house is returning to its alley of origin. posted by Frenz | 11/28/2006 08:34:00 PM 2 comments			sponsor archives links Would You Like a Cup of Tea? Vomitola Secretly Ironic Upside-down Hippopotamus The Search for Love in Manhattan Kitty Bukake I can't draw Damn Handy Hurtling Towards Obscurity JWERblog Look Leah's Mom sweat flavored gummi Stacey Nightmare Virginia Is For Lovers Lord of the Crumbs Baltimore Roll Latigo Flint Commuted Sentences Musings from the Lotus Position eebmore Broadsheet AnonymousCoworker Live in Love lowercase k Side of Gravy Double Dogged Stringer's Bell Blogtimore letters, please! Write to me