My hands are all over scratches and punctures from weeding the roses. Buff Beauty is flaunting big peach-tinted blossoms, Full Sail has many pale buds, and Ballerina is fighting the blue plumbago with its pink and white skirts of blooms. It's glorious.
I checked our copy of the paper, but it didn't make the National Edition. Boo! I read it online. Yay!
Be of good cheer; I have taken your efforts to heart and am revising the novel. Besides, I understand five months to mull over revisions after completing a first draft is not that outrageous. Neener.
Peer pressure is a brutal but effective tactic, and I bow before it. I will finish the novel.
Then I will rise up and smite Teresa with it on the head.
It is infuriating, and yet I am delighted to hear you now know what the problem is and can make immediate improvements by (presumably) doubling your dose until the prescription strength error is rectified. I hope you feel better very, very soon.
Nobody knows why this is so, but SF fans have difficulty ending conversations.
This made me laugh so hard I think I sprained my cerebral cortex. I thought it was just me; I now realize it's a tribal trait. Thank you!
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