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She thinks deeply and sweetly, my Poky. She thinks of hay and she thinks of the Giant Puppy. She thinks of molasses cookies and she thinks of the Giant Puppy. She thinks of pear peels and she thinks of the Giant Puppy.
Okay, okay, SHE THINKS ABOUT THE GIANT PUPPY ALL THE TIME.
"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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November 2009
"First it's glowing, then it's snowing! A pause, then screaming squalls and williwaws. Bright but bitter, then a thaw. Yet again it's cold and storming: What ever happened to global warming?"
Saturday, Nov 28
Fair
Currently: 49˚F
Feels Like: 45˚ F
Hi: 50˚, Lo: 32˚
weather feed courtesy of weather.com - thanks!
I would love to win the Ball Blue Book.... - Sharon Gosney on Winter Comes Calling
"Cookies are good." Read my barnyard stories....
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