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That which I feared most about marrying a guy from Arkansas has finally come to pass.
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Sunday, July 30, 2006
Thanks for visiting. I am no longer updating Notes to Self. I hope you'll join me on my current website, PlantingDandelions.com
That which I feared most about marrying a guy from Arkansas has finally come to pass.
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2 Comments:
HA! You're not suggesting that there's anything in the world BETTER than fried chicken, are you?
Oh, and results of an informal household poll: Alex and I, both lifelong Arkansans, have not between the two of us ever watched one single episode of "Dukes of Hazzard."
Glad you stumbled across my space--I have an ongoing love affair with Canadians, especially bloggy ones.
;-) And my guru in all things doggy, Wendy Volhard, is from Newfoundland as well. Hail fellow blogger, well met!
Not even one?? No way! I credit my latent Arkansas homing device to early childhood exposure to Luke and Bo, and my Dad's fixation with The Band.
Girl, if you know something better than Popeye's spicy chicken, I'm all ears.
Thanks for stopping by and y'all come back often!
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