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Robcat escorted me to Sanford & Son's Haunted House last Thursday. We signed waivers, which I did not read and should have. I admit I'm the biggest chicken about creepy bump in the night stuff. My imagination runs rampant. The scary rooms were fertile ground for inventing more spook than
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Spent Thursday at my dad's in Olympia for his 100th birthday. Just kidding. His wife, Susan, and I loaded his poor cake with so many candles that by the time we got them all lit, the frosty underneath had become a liquefied pool of chocolate and wax. That got a
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So I'm living vicariously through my friend Sebastian. He had the superb pleasure of attending the Depeche Mode concert last Wednesday night. I was busy working like a good girl. Sebastian had 11th-row seats (the bastard). He kindly recounted the whole concert for me, vividly conveying everything I missed. They
