and it's keeping me dizzy.
I don't think the flea market will be my new home.
Time for Plan B. or, B 1/2. Maybe Plan C.
I know I keep saying I hope to have the new blog
with the on-line store completed soon. Shit happens.
Mostly my stupid shit. Still working on it in fits and
starts. Lots of fits.
Maybe progress will be made after the weekend is
done kicking my butt.
I shall return.
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Plan C...Take a step back have a cocktail, get laid and reassess the situation with all now known factors taken into account.
Mark, you are a mind reader!
Well, McArthur, that sounds about right, but was it B, B1/2, or C?
Hey Babe, keep up the attitude though. If something doesn't work, plan B, B 1/2, C, whatever... just never quit. I keep you in my prayers. I keep my hopes with and for you. I've just destroyed my world to begin rebuilding it from the ashes. I don't think you have to go that far, but if so, if I can do it anyone can do it.
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