My dad keeps calling me Oscar the Grout. At the moment, it's true. That's why I'm stopping now before I type something I'll regret.
Peace, I guess.
This is for you, Dad. Gotta love Photoshop.
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The musings of a wannabe musher in Fritz Creek, Alaska
- AKbushbaby
- I quit my life as a reporter in Whitehorse to move to Fairbanks and pursue dog mushing. Sound crazy? I've been called worse. Then, I married a tall man who had a tall child. Now, I’m done writing about dog antics, and will relay stories of life as a townie with an eight-year-old and three cats. Funny how things change, eh?
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3 comments:
Cruisin' round the world of blogs, I see a rumor that Mapletreehugger is coming back to the squarebanks to assist Oscar and hubby with the continued cabin creation. While Newsweek doesn't allow me to reveal my sources, I would like confirmation on this. Do tell.
No comment.
Don't think I don't know who this is. And don't think you are still on my Christmas card list because you SO not.
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