It's Thursday evening, about 8:30. The window is open. I can hear traffic noise from the road. Behind the traffic noise, drifting in on the breeze, I can hear someone playing bagpipes. Bagpipes?
Bagpipes, the perfect music to read ghost stories. I've worked in two haunted offices. One of the guys I worked with played the bagpipes...
If I knew how to do what you said, I would do it...I spent hours the other day trying to figure out how to either delete or get a word off a comment..to no avail.
My e-mail is up on my profile, drop me a line. Then I can write back from a different address.
Bagpipes, the perfect music to read ghost stories. I've worked in two haunted offices. One of the guys I worked with played the bagpipes...
ReplyDeleteIf I knew how to do what you said, I would do it...I spent hours the other day trying to figure out how to either delete or get a word off a comment..to no avail.
My e-mail is up on my profile, drop me a line. Then I can write back from a different address.
I'm so proud that I figured out links today.
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ReplyDeleteI'll bet someone stumbling upon your blog will wonder what kind of sick twisted proposition I made that you had to delete. hehehe
ReplyDeleteBagpipes, eh ? Or the sound of Brigadoon snoring ?
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