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And so we talk about the weather...

Oh, the things I could write. The things I could tell you. The shocking insights I could relay. The secrets I could tell. The sharp, witty, cutting-edge observations I could make.

If only my blog were read by people I didn't know.

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Tom Myler (scoodog) said…
Hmmmm... something is telling me that you have something you want to say... sounds like you need an ANONYMOUS blog...

just be sure to tell us what the address is...
11:35 AM
Brianne said…
You can't write something like that and NOT say what's on your mind. :)
2:38 PM
Amy said…
Really, there's nothing specific. It's just that every time I turn around, I'm cackling at something that I'd love to write about on my blog if only my mommy didn't read it, or some other random relative, or a friend who knows another friend who knows the goofball I want to write about.

If there's something completely juicy, I'll email you personally. :-)
6:10 AM
Chilly Dog said…
Hi Amy. Don't blame this on your mother. If she reads all of what you write and still likes you anyway, you can tell her (and the rest of us) your secrets.
Chilly Dog
Dorothy---if you are reading this, you should give me a doggie treat for standing up for you on this....
3:40 PM
Cherie Moore said…
Wow, Chilly's using the web to beg for doggie treats!!
9:05 AM
Chilly Dog said…
Hi Zoofan. As an experienced dog, I have learned never to end a conversation without asking for a treat. Kind of how a politician is always asking for money.
Even when my brother went to the vet today, I made sure that my owner brought me some treats back.

Chilly Dog
9:07 PM
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