Ran into this at a memorial overlooking the lake where my cabin is in Central Oregon. You go through life avoiding all the potential disasters, reach 50, and then this happens! What the fuck!?!
Back in the day when people blogged, I kept track of everyone that bothered to comment. Of course, nobody blogs anymore (okay, the couple of you that still do, you're like the "Road Warrior") so I have removed the blog roll sections.
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I don't really mind how I die...but if I slip on a turtle, I hope they don't put it on a plaque.
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