Every year there's this ugly, big weed in the backyard. Every year is grows bigger and bigger. Steve loves it. It is his "pet weed". Every year I accidentally back my van into this plant. Of course, it is just a weed; it breaks off at ground level when hit by a van. It withers almost immediately. Steve gets sad and insists I hit it on purpose.
Yesterday, I accidently hit the pet weed. I SWEAR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!
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Steve--please accept my deepest sympathies! It has been a rough year for us, Buckeyes...
Great seeing you at Artista Vista--come by soon for some coffee.
Susan--LOVED your latest work on felt. Wow! ;)
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