Long weekend, shmong weekend.
Days are starting to run together.
Here is is September already. What happened to summer?
I noticed in Perpetual Chocoholic's blog that Blue shares my enthusiasm for the pending six-months of winter.
I actually like Fall. It's one of my favorite seasons. I like putting the garden to bed, the smell of snow in the air, the crisper days, ripening apples, the way my sinus block up because of the leaf mould and wood smoke.
With 115 days til Christmas I've decided that it's about time that I started my list of mongo just in case any of you fine readers are at 6s and 7s about what to get me.
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- Wouldn't it be loverly?
- Mental Mongo
- Perceptions may deceive
- Ritchie Rich
- If I eat yoghurt, does that mean I'm cultured?
- There is good mongo, and then there is bad mongo
- Clean sweep
- Run the water until it runs clear
- What I did for love
- When the dog bites, when the bee stings
- Life is the adventure
- Mongo I never wished I'd found
- It's Sunday night! It's mongo night!
- Perceptions
- All's quiet on the Eastern front
- Black bagger therapy
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1 comment:
LOL--Very Good!
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