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How much wood… something something… chuck chuck chuck

My uncle Mike has his very own forest and he has generously shared some pieces of his forest with me!  Now, normally I’d generously share a photo of the pieces of forest with you, but today we had an ice storm and color me indifferent, but I’m just not going back out there.  If this makes you feel like your happiness is less important to me than sitting on my duff watching reruns of old BritComs for the evening, then let me save you a couple hundred dollars’ worth of therapy and tell you it’s all your mother’s fault and you shouldn’t rely on distant, small, cranky housebloggers to find happiness.

Still cranky,

Love,

Kelli

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One Response to “How much wood… something something… chuck chuck chuck”

  1. December 12th, 2007 at 5:32 am

    Colleen says:

    How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

    A woodchuck would chuck as much would as he could chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood.

    (Sorry, but you had started it, and I had to finish it.)

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