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Sorry, folks, going to add one of those security thingies like Patti said. It means that you'll have to type in the letters. I hope that won't be too much of a pain. I love reading the comments and I hate to make it more inconvenient. GRRR.


  1. Not working. Gotta go to work. More later.

  2. Duh. It lets me leave a comment without verification, since I'm the "author"

    Somebody let me you see the word verification thing?

  3. I see it!!


  4. Spam is terrible and it is really terrible when people do it to others. It works my friend.

  5. Still no spring in Ohio! Lots of Ice and Snow tonight. The boys wore their pajamas inside out to bed in order to get a snow day tomorrow!

    Pete in Ohio

  6. Yup, it works. What a PITA, huh? Oh well, none of us minds, Michelle.

    Just to keep you in the loop, my uncle died last Wednesday. I spent the weekend in Michigan with my cousins, etc. I loved being with them though I'm just heartbroken about my uncle. My mom never did go see him before he died, and my dad was too weak to make the trip from FL. And so it goes.

    --Patti in NJ

  7. Lisa D'Hondt2/23/2008 11:13 AM

    Hi Michelle. I'm still enjoying your BLOG up here in Bellingham. Spring is in the air! I love it. I took down all of my snowmen (inside the house) today. Spring sports start Monday-last stretch before summer...and Bryant graduates! I'm not sure I'm ready for that! Love, Lisa


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