"Once I was called a liar, now that I make a living with these lies I am called a writer." Isabel Allende.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Snowpocalypse

I am trapped in the middle of it. What does that mean? White sky and more white fluff falling over six inches of ice. All we have to worry about is falling into the ice or getting kiddnapped by Yetis. Which leaves me to goof off, that includes Psych, Inkpop and starting a blog.

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