It was a dark and stormy night...

[songfromthe60s]

Or at least thats how any good piece of writing should start. This week has been crazy, so crazy that it inspired me to start my very own live journal. Yes. The moment you've all been waiting for is here. It has arrived. The Journal de la Blake is currently in print! And even if you haven't been holding your breath all this time for it, at

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Craftwinkles

[shortstack24]

I promise it would be a good elfin name. Even if it is hard to hear in the library.
And don't fret because this weeks nastiness is finally over! No more Uganda! No more Israel! (Well.. maybe just a little bit of Israel, but you only have to tell people about it instead of writing ten page papers about it.) No more spanish racquetball games! Just turkey.
And love. And family.
So... about this tux dilemma... what I would do to avoid this alleged fitting fee is waltz right into the Men's Warehouse and simply fling your measurements at the nearest be-coated man. Then scamper out. They will have to take this, because, I mean, you can't refuse measurements when they are flung at you.
I know this first hand.
Okay... I'm gonna go now, and I love you!

P.S. I'm glad you finally have your own journal, even if God can't be capitalized.

Dear Son

[anonymous]

Remember that no matter where you go... there you are. Rember that knowledge is power so nothing is more powerful than an encyclopedia. If you have common sense you are far from common.

I love you. Take Care. I hope I get to see you on Thanksgiving.

Joe "The Dad" Palmer