A candy bar.
A maid.
A teaching job.
Or an obscene amount of money, which would take care of all of the above in one form or another.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
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An ongoing monologue about raising Emma Grace and Mary Leona and the perils of family life therein.
3 comments:
Good heavens, how much does a candy bar cost these days??
Lucky for me, everything still tastes like sawdust.
Is this a game of make 3 wishes and 1 will come true? If it works let me know.
Well, people showed up on my doorstep at 4:00 that day, selling CANDYBARS. Unfortunately, it didn't work so well with the 3 million dollars. Go figure.
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