Husband is dead, kids are grown, what's next for our potty mouthed heroine?
I love you. (Please don't take that the wrong way.)
I've got your back.And a hiding place for the bodies.
My whole life I thought I had gotten my bluntness from my italian side. Now I come to find out it is my Polish side. Your blog is hysterical cousin susan!
By any chance do you have a dim basement with a folding table and chair, a spotlight, and a rubber hose? If so, I'm in on the f**cking up thing.
I've got the shovels & a bag of lime. And don't exclude the old folks; would they have excluded you? I think not.
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