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August 29, 2006



Blame it on the blonde. Oh, wait. You're not blonde. Then, blame it on the brunette and call it a day.


Maybe you were just so overwhelmed with her generosity that it fried your circuits?


I'm pretty sure your aunt will understand! Busy times do that to people and the P.O. changes it's rates so often, who can keep up?? I love you


ROFL -- Glad stuff like that doesn't just happen to me!

Aunt Lindy

This posting is thank-you enough. I just hope you like yours as much as I like mine!! I love you~~Me

Aunt Lindy

By the way~~How was your wine dinner? What did you serve? I thought about you that evening, wondering how it went. A. Lindy

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