I don't have an empty nest. I have a cuckoo's nest!
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Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Locked Up, Locked Out
I was a little frustruated when I found that my new lock and key combination didn't play well together. By "a little frustruated," I mean that the surgery to remove the door from my foot was quite successful and they expect that nervous tendency to scream like Tarzan every few minutes will cure itself. Join me at Stage of Life, where I'm standing in the rain and locked out.