Someone else can take the high one. I got nosebleeds as a child.
Blogger friends of all types, the scouster and I are outta here for a bit. The lure of humidity and mosquitoes is a siren call. We’re off to sweat and eat some she-crab.
If you know where we live, don’t rob us.
If you don’t, don’t spam our blogs.
We’re leeeeevin on a jet plaaaane.
I do know when we’ll be back again. Check back on St. Carpophorus’ feast day. Meantime, to quote Southern mothers, “be sweet.”
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