Going underground
I just got a package from Laurel (a skirt to be exchanged at Saturday Market) and it included a note with her new mailing address for the summer.
Folks, the street? It is named "Puppy Smith Road."
I kid you not. She said it out loud while she was here, and it sounded funny, but nothing can rival seeing an address like that in print.
Puppy Smith.
If I ever need to start an underground blog - if I get ratted out and they come after me for irreverence and I have to go undercover - look for me at puppysmith dot blogspot dot com. That'll be my new alias.
Folks, the street? It is named "Puppy Smith Road."
I kid you not. She said it out loud while she was here, and it sounded funny, but nothing can rival seeing an address like that in print.
Puppy Smith.
If I ever need to start an underground blog - if I get ratted out and they come after me for irreverence and I have to go undercover - look for me at puppysmith dot blogspot dot com. That'll be my new alias.
posted by Jess at 9:22 PM
4 Comments:
oh. nevermind about my comments on your underground blog. i was all proud for discovering it. but, what do you know, you blogged about it right here. i'll have you know, though, that i found it BEFORE i read this.
I'm sure you did, pocket. Don't you have to be up early?
yes, i did. and now i'm super tired. but what does it matter. because i'm Super Lots of Weird Things right now anyways.
wow, i'm checking out everyone's blogs - and reading all the funny comments i left when i was Super Drugged Up yesterday. I'm still Pretty Drugged Up, but not as much.
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