I lost (suppressed sobbing) my favorite Chanel glasses in Brighton. I now have a new pair - black rimmed- bold statement glasses. I'm trying to move on (collapses weeping on desk).
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"Thou still unravished bride of quietness"
"Thou still unravished bride of quietness"
Bride of Cranky Old Geezer
- The Bride
- The Bride lives with the Cranky Old Geezer in a rambling house, surrounded by marshes, somewhere North of Boston.
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3 comments:
Oooh, good one!
Bride;
My comment to Vivi also applies to you as well (also you Tate). Poor baby, loosing your glasses in Brighton, you have my sympathy, I've also lost favored glasses before, and it's tough. With any luck, you'll find them the next time you're in Brighton. But also LOL!
And I agree with Vivi, good one.
The trademark hair is there! good job!
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