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Ya mon. : )
Posted by: foolery | April 08, 2011 at 03:42 PM
SomeTHING, not someone. Although I am sure you could grow someone illegally too.
Posted by: Chesapeake Bay Woman | April 08, 2011 at 02:33 PM
HA! Too funny.
REminds me of running into an old high school friend of mine here in Mathews. She lived less than a mile from me growing up. Hadn't seen her since high school until I ran into her at the local 7-11 where she was working as a cashier. When I spoke to her, she carried on a brief conversation ..with a Jamaican accent.
As you know, we don't grow Jamaican accents around here, but that day I wondered if maybe there wasn't someone growing illegally in one of the cornfields becuase something was definitely fishy in the state of Mathews.
Posted by: Chesapeake Bay Woman | April 08, 2011 at 02:32 PM
Go with the gut...Wow. Just wow.
Posted by: Tracey of These Nine Acres | April 07, 2011 at 06:57 PM
If only I would have followed more of my instincts MUCH earlier!
Posted by: Britton Minor | April 07, 2011 at 05:59 PM
Brilliant
Posted by: Daryl | April 07, 2011 at 11:50 AM
first instincts are always the best!
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Posted by: noe noe girl | April 07, 2011 at 05:33 AM
Solid advice, always
Posted by: Laurie ann | April 06, 2011 at 03:05 PM