Sometimes you need a parrot watch, is all.
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- I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
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3 comments:
I nearly bought myself a "Little Miss Naughty" watch from the Mr. Men cartoon. I have an adversion to watches though, and I'm not sure why.
Oh my gosh, I am LOST without a watch. LOST. I even carry spare watches in the car, so if the one that I'm wearing stops working, I've got extras. Not even kidding.
I'm a little strange.
There's nothing wrong with strange, but I wouldn't even call that strange. You just want to know what time it is. I wore a watch for years, and still own a couple, but haven't worn one in a very long time. Now that I think of it, neither does hubby. If I am out and about I just use my cell phone, or car, to tell me what time it is.
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