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••• Sunday, March 07, 2004

Haz-Met...Take me Away
Ever so often, I have to spend an afternoon with some people I don't particularly like. While I always dread these gatherings, once I'm there, it never seems as bad as I anticipated. Sometimes I actually enjoy myself. It's after the meeting, however, when I am overcome with symptoms of toxic exposure. Like exposure to a slow toxic leak, the hours of sarcastic innuendo, orchestrated dialogue and hateful gossip cloaked in innocent inquiry, takes its toll. It happens every time. And it happened again,Friday. By the time I arrived home, I was in serious need of a Haz-Met Moment.

So, without benefit of a sound hosing from men in spacesuits, what does one do to shake the afterstench of such a flatulent flocking?

You Dance, Baybee.

And then you Dance Some More. ::I was dancing too, only stopped to photo::

And then you go to the yarn shop.



And then you flit and flutter with some of God's greatest creations.

And in the whee-whee hours of a Sunday morning, you might be unable to stifle a snort out loud at something you would otherwise consider abhorrent.

Marcy's Note: I changed pictures to links because they were soooo huge and shrinking compromised asthetic integrity.
# posted by Marcia @ 12:44 AM


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