The Serial Killer Strikes Again.
Yep, good ole Harry killed himself a bird yesterday and left it right in front of my sliding door. Lovely. Nothing like heading out to the grill to find you cats carnage.
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My name really isn't Martha, but I am going to share my abundant knowlege of useless crap with everyone. Be it my love affair with my iPod Pinky, to the best recipe for Sangria ever, I vow to never stop sharing, even if you bribe me to shut up.
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A stray cat left something that must've been a squirrel in our store room. I still don't lurk anywhere near that room!
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