I must apologize for my lack of bubble postings lately. However, my procrastination was not in vain. I have been swept away into the juicy world of The Tudors - for those of you who are unfamiliar, it is a seductive and addictive mini-series on show time about King Henry the VIII. How hott is that? All bathtime pursuits have been put on hold as myself and meredith (miriam to join shortly) have indulged ourselves in not licorice flavored bath bubbles but in the sensual bodies of Sir Thomas Moore, Cromwell, The King of France (conevniently named "Francoise") and Thomas Wyatt. What's that you say? Middled Aged men do it for you? Yes, yes...they do.
Anyways, back to reality...
One time in the second grade I picked my nose during choir practice for The Wizard of Oz...I came to school the next day and had few, if any, friends. Was that tough and tenderly lodged booger really worth it? Although my toils and labor lasted an intense 3 minutes, in the end the awkwardness I experienced during the remainder of prodcution for The Wizard of Oz was crippling.
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its ok caro, i still pick my nose. lets be friends?
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