Yes, yes... she who grimaces at the mere thought of eating a hot-dog still felt like a giddy schoolgirl today as she got to sit in the WIENERMOBILE and honk the horn that sings "Oh I wish I were an Oscar Meyer WIENER.."
She = ME
It's my blog and I'll brag if I want to.
p.s. if anyone wants a wiener-whistle i have 3 and they are going like hot-cakes (or maybe it's hot-dogs in this case)
p.p.s. as I type this post I keep balking on the spelling of weiner>wiener it's officially wIEner; but it still looks strange and wrong to me.
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- miss*mare
- a personal journalist, emerging as matriarch; member of the gaia goddess party; descendent of ancient Lemuria. a lover of bicycles, books, herbs, DIY, underground music, graffiti, escapism, thrift stores, typography, sacred geometry, healing stones. Enjoys organic gardening, foraging, reading, writing, travel, staying home, blending, baking, brewing, dehydrating, culturing, learning.
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