Who landed on my arm as I was going out the gate to hop on the tractor for some mowing.
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Lady bugs: the insect world’s equivalent to the human appendix. Constant, evil laughter. The kind of laughter that possessed toys in horror movies have, when they come to life and try to kill you. I do not, as a general rule, sleep well or much. My family knows this because they have to put up with my oddball hours. Friends and clients know this because it is not rare for them to receive an email from me at some horrible, zombie-like hour where I, fresh from about three hours . . . → Read More: A day like today |
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