The family is pro-Sandburg, Carl Sandburg for the kitten. Everyone cried yesterday. I walked home from the river down the wrong street, and the drunks all waved and catcalled. It must have been the shoes. Life, friends, is [not] boring.
"Raised in the wilds of western Michigan, transplanted to the wilds of Detroit, and eventually came of age in the sprinkler-soaked grasses of Grosse Pointe, I am a Michigan girl bone and sinew." --What I wrote a bazillion years ago when I first had a blog and loved (still do) being pretentious. Everything eles you need to know--live in Kalamazoo now with Drew, have many animals, an MSW, and a whole lot of cheese.
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