Nightmares Become Me
I dreamed that my mother came back to life.
It didn't improve her mood one bit.
It didn't improve her mood one bit.
posted by Dr. Beads at
11:18 AM
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Being a selection of diverse comments on life, humor, politics, work, family, and beading, presented in the fond hope that it will prove not uninteresting to those who chance to light upon it. In other words...(narrowing eyes): That's DOCTOR Beads. I didn't go to evil beading school for six years so that I could be called Ms. Beads, thank you very much!
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- I'm Really Bummed
- While We're On a Roll
- A Fate Worse Than Lawyers?
- It's Quiet. Too Quiet.
- Turn Down the Lights!
- I'm Still in Denial (numbers 2, 5, and possibly 11)
- The Dog is Not, Repeat Not, Complaining
- This Christmas Thing is Getting Out of Control
- To Say Nothing of the Dog
- Just Had to Share This
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