February 13, 2005

View From A Mud Puddle

from - smijer

This morning, I awoke face down in a figurative puddle of mud. I gazed up from my lowly vantage and searched the horizon. My wagon was nowhere to be seen. I suppose my experiment with the Scotch was one of those catastrophic successes. Any way, I've got to go run and catch up with the wagon, and make it a point not to try dropping just one leg off again.

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Posted by smijer at February 13, 2005 09:10 AM
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