Enter at Your Own Risk, Part 2
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Hugs,
Bobbi
The Oracle of Pupik asked me to pass on this message to you.
"Some days it’s better to just to stay home and bake cookies."
I tend to trip over major things like shadows, dust and perfectly even ground. I also stumble across gravity pockets frequently, which quickly suck me to the ground and strongly resembles a trip.
Alli
Hmmm… didn’t you say something about moving Out West? They won’t know you’ve tripped for quite a while.
I so agree. Bats have been given awful press.
I met a woman who kept an orphaned bat tucked inside her clothing against her chest to keep it warm. The woman had cancer and was glad to be able to give life to another being.
I’m experiencing staggering inmaturity today and will retire to laugh at the thought of hot flushes until the dreadful guests we are entertaining are gone never to return.