Do you know where your husband is?
'cause I don't.
I'm pretty sure no one wants to have a heating sales call at this time of night.
So. $64,000 question.
Where is TCBIM?
Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
No?
Tune in tomorrow and we may find out.
Or not.
*sigh*
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3 comments:
well, I hope everything is okay Julia. and if it is you give him hell.
Us guys know better.
Talk, talk talk to TCBIM,that is. If you stop the communication, everything goes down the drain. Fingers crossed, but hej it is probably nothing.
*sigh*
(((((((((((((big hugs))))))))))))))
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