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Sometimes I wish I were an anonymous blogger like Kate, who so beautifully tells stuff that’s going on, yet, we (at least I) have NO clue who she is.  I relate to a lot of the things she tells, as do a lot of people, I’m sure.

So it must be time for the Lovin’ S[bleep]ful

Come on, with yesterday’s news, what else could it be…

My gosh…Barry’s…pants…

This is a true and hilarious story.

Sorry, after last night’s debate, I just can’t help mahself…

I’ve hinted at it here and there and have been deliberately delicate about how to approach this subject here.  I think it’s kinda obvious what has happened at the Casa de Smiff.  Yep.  Me and Mr. Smiff have, in the words of that great American, Tex Ritter, split the sheets.

I can’t thank you enough for your kind comments, phone calls, Tweets, e-mails, and IMs to cheer me up this week!

Do you feel it?  I do.

I've had a very angsty day, but I'd much rather write about something happy. Specifically, this: