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Tuesday, 23 March 2004

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Jo

I propose an addition to the park:

Ride the Breath! Totally Extreme Taking and Sending -- TO THE MAXXX!

I can't promise you a future free of discount store desperation ("You should go!"), but I can promise the future won't be the past. You're older, tougher, more secure (particularly as a parent). Sure, there will be plenty things on which to meditate. But be on the lookout for unexpected blessings, often found outdoors in the sunlight.

Or wrapped in croissant.
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Editor's note
sneaky of you, miss, to use text from one of my own links to get at me. I love your sneakiness ... and yeah, you did get to me. Didja notice another one: 'Don't wallow in self pity'?

shoshosss

suess

may i just say how much i lurve your blog?
sorry, but i have to go wander around marhall's now....
xo
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Editor's note
you know, suess, I didn't even make that up--and I did make a friend, kinda, in Marshall's when the jellybean was a baby ... and I don't want to sound ungrateful for any companionship I got out of that experience, or imply any disparagement of that entirely goodnatured person, but it was the kind of thing where I was settling for someone that I couldn't, like, make fart jokes with.
Now you know what my standards are ...

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