The daily Hope

When a paper bag is lying on the kitchen floor, there really is nothing else one can do but crawl into it. And start gnawing on it ferociously. With intermittent breaks for feverish bathing and introverted contemplation.


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9 Responses to The daily Hope

  1. beth says:

    aww, i LOVE that last one!!

  2. just1beth says:

    I know this is so lame, but I truly need to beat someone else to the punch…. so, did you finally “let the cat out of the bag”?
    buh-dum-ching!!!
    PS Sheila… speak of the devil…….

  3. red says:

    just1beth:

    i am GUFFAWING.

    speak of the devil!!!!

  4. red says:

    Beth – I know! It reminds me of that scene in the tent in Blair Witch Project.

  5. just1beth says:

    I feel uneasy.

  6. red says:

    hahahahahahahahahahahaha

  7. mere says:

    WELL!~There are clearly inside jokes that happened last sunday that i don’t know about…..you and Beth are laughing and I DON’T KNOW WHY!

  8. red says:

    This situation must not stand!! I will email you the joke immediately, mere.

    hahahaha

  9. Kerry says:

    Those pix are awesome. I am having Hope withdrawal.

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