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As Much As I Enjoy Shoes...

I'll let you read this anyway, if you want.

Can you imagine watching Gone With the Wind in black and white? It was actually on Turner Classic Movies yesterday, so I watched it and was glad I had a color TV.

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dive said…
That's a wonderful piece, Robyn; one of your best yet, and that's saying something.
1:55 PM
Anonymous said…
Great article Robyn! My econimics would work better if I only bought shoes that fit me - I have had a pair of Merrill shoes all boxed and ready to send you for weeks. They look just like you - cute and comfortable. I'll get them mailed tomorrow.
5:16 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Sorry I've missed a lot; flu.
Robyn I'm proud of you for this great piece! Love the intro too - was that yours or has it been changed? Others might think I'm insulting you there. I'm not, as you well know, and will know what I mean. lol. Fantastic!
7:34 AM
savannah said…
well done, sugar! we need your coulmn in our small town nws! ;) xox

(when did you add the darling hat to your header? too cute!!!)
8:42 PM
Scout said…
Dive, thank you.

Sister, I can't wait for the shoes.

Lynn, hee hee. It's mine.

Savannah, get me syndicated, and you have all the articles you want. I added that big winter hat during a snow storm. I'll change it something more springy when the weather changes.
8:58 PM
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