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THE BRONZE AGE HAS ARRIVED

Ohmigod

I write this sitting in my mother's basement with INTERNET FREAKING CONNECTION

let's just say...the past four years (fondly referred to as the Stone Age, y'know, the one before the invention of the wheel??) , coming over to my mother's house has been the equivalent of a communication drought, during which I suffered much internet withdrawal...

NEVER AGAIN

the man my mother has married a man who has brought wonderful marvelous GIFTS to this house!

1: 2 more television sets!
2: cable!!
3: INTERNET!!!!
4: DVR!!!!!!
5: a personality compatible as a second husband and step dad!!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU TRENT AND NOT JUST FOR YOUR GADGETS!!!

...but thanks for the gadgets too :) you know I love ya

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Anonymous said…
NO heather isn't at ALL materalistic....noooo


never....
25/1/06 4:43 PM
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