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One doesn't *become* a Southern lady. You either are, or you are not. No amount of acclimation will make up for a lack of upbringing based on bare feet, good manners, and the mastery of "puddling" rather than sweating.
About Me
- Val
- I'm left handed. Consequently, I always have an ink smudge on my pinkie.
Here, read these.
- West of the Boulevard News
- RVA blogs
- HADUUUUUUKEN HUUUUUUBS
- Dinosaur Comic
- Sprout!
- Sister
- Brother
- My girlfriend, Maura
- Poetry is About Feelings
- Bonus Sister
- Bonus Brother
- The Jennifer Murphy
- Fat Anna Shot a Man in Reno
- Machew
- Matt, the Bastard
- Couch
- Kitty Creehan
- Andi de Mexico Nuevo
- Knitting Sister
- Century Rolls
- Playful Mama
- J in Ric
- Sarah Says
- dooce
Current knits
- MacBook cozy
- Bellini Shawl
Gift Ideas from You to Me!!!
You should visit these everyday...
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September
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- Very tired, calm, and looking forward to the weekend.
- Some things I'm considering.
- Impaired.
- Almost Fatmous?!?!?!
- You are the love of my life. Quite simply, the lo...
- HOW CAN MY NOSE BE RUNNING AND STUFFED UP AT THE S...
- You have one month and 6 days until my birthday.
- Mi esposo, Ross
- I'd put an old man to shame.
- And the verdict is...
- I <3 LabCorp.
- I’m a human pincushion.
- What a great start to the weekend!
- Things that are irritating.
- So far so good
- !?!?!??!?!?
- Hooooo. I'm funny.
- It's that time again...
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