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Open Thread

My first open thread (where people are free to leave comments about whatever they like) in honor of Tim being home--welcome back, love!

Chat away.

Comments

Tim said…
It's ok, I am just glad to be home. Someone get super glue for the bottom of my shoes......
6/20/2005 9:15 AM
James said…
Shoes can come off . . . better to glue your bare feet.
6/20/2005 9:45 AM
Tim said…
Ok fine, glue my feet ok? But you are painting my feet to look like shoes or something ok?
6/20/2005 9:58 AM
James said…
Or, we could glue hie feet inside his shoes, then glue the shoes down . . .
6/20/2005 11:32 AM
Tim said…
I dont like that...
PS I have posted some news.
6/20/2005 12:24 PM
James said…
We we don't like you leaving, so majority rules . . .
6/20/2005 12:48 PM
Anonymous said…
My cat's breath smells like cat food.
6/20/2005 11:29 PM
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