Come on, now — “Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall…”

This post was written by guest blogger Susan Ramsey.

Greetings from the frozen heart of the Midwest, somewhere right around the mitral valve, I think. Maud, the FPA of her generation, is due back any minute. Meanwhile, to get you to take your eyes off the door, to stop your chins from wobbling…


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