Mare 11: Argh
Jan162006
I got home last night and was so exhausted I answered e-mail and went straight to bed and forgot the twelve days of Mare.
You begin to see why Bob screams and Eileen had to go see Gabriel Byrne before she strangled me.
Jennifer Crusie is the New York Times, USA Today, and Publisher’s Weekly bestselling author of twenty-one novels, one book of literary criticism, miscellaneous articles, essays, novellas, and short stories, and the editor of three essay anthologies. She lives on the Ohio River where she often stares at the ceiling and counts her blessings.
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2 Comments to 'Mare 11: Argh'
On January 19, 2006 at 5:57 pm Gayle Hoover said...
Hey, we can’t have a blog with NO COMMENTS, now can we? So here I am to warble “atta girl” at Jenny.
Love,
Gayle, Black Cherry
On July 20, 2006 at 5:57 pm Anonymous said...
“Argh” what a great word! i like to say it to my significant other as yet again he left the toilet seat up and well lets just say i was not happy