Saturday, April 18, 2009
You Know You're a Writer in the South...
...when your writing morning is interrupted by your husband bringing home the turkey he shot this morning while hunting, and you then have to spend the next three hours helping to clean and butcher it.
I had blood up to my elbows, y'all.
I need a shower.
Anyone wanna come by for dinner?
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