Here's my house, and the start of my journey. (Yes, I've sunk to new lows of boredom. I have pictorially documented my trip into town to run a few errands.)
I hate almost being run over by the old ladies in the motorized carts. Even worse when its the over-wieght that almost run me over. The old people seem startled and say sorry, but the fat give a smudge look and keep motoring away.
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I hate almost being run over by the old ladies in the motorized carts. Even worse when its the over-wieght that almost run me over. The old people seem startled and say sorry, but the fat give a smudge look and keep motoring away.
thanks for commenting on my blog too :)
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