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To do:

Sweep back porch of accumulated ugly leaves.

Pick out a turkey to kill.

Buy assorted candy to give out to neighborhood kids. Sort through the assorted candy and make sure the neighborhood kids get all the coconut ones. Eat the rest.

Call the furnace guy. Something smells funny.

Clean the ovens.

Buy a whole bunch of magazines with cool looking recipes that will not be used.

Organize freezer. That thing is a mess.

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Anonymous said…
Sounds like a busy 2005 to me. Bravo to therequin for getting her list ready 2 months before it starts.

Anyway, tonight we'll see if the Sox can kerry their momentum over to Buscheney Stadium.
5:22 PM
listeme said…
Heck, that was the list for the teenagers. Of course, as usual, they pretended they didn't see it.
5:33 PM
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