Sunday, November 07, 2004
Close Encounter of the Eighth Kind
The other night I got out of bed to go to the restroom. When I was walking back to my bed, I caught a glimpse of something glowing eerily in my room to my left. I freaked out for a second and then realized I was wearing the t-shirt I bought in Roswell with the glow-in-the dark alien face on it and I was seeing the reflection in my dresser mirror. When I had turned the light on in the bathroom, it had re-activated the glow-in-the dark paint on the shirt. Scared the crap out of me.
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Hattaraspainter, I know you have lots of stories. I keep checking out your blog and it's still forlornly empty.
Your comments are fun, too!
Hattaraspainter, I know you have lots of stories. I keep checking out your blog and it's still forlornly empty.
Just kidding, although I think it would be only fair to give us a chance to comment on your profound or inane thoughts too
Laurie, did I mention you live my dream life?
The "comments" I deleted were duplicate responses generated by Blogger. Just doing a little housekeeping.
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