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I like seeing how people live. What books do they keep next to their toilets? (And they better read in the bathroom!) Do they alphabetize their spices? Do they have phones in every room? What about lights? Do you see their house glowing from miles away? Is there a fire extinguisher in the kitchen? Flashlights? Magic marker happy faces on the wall, five-year old shoulder height?

It’s like archaeology. Our houses and schedules say so much about us, if we care to look.

Bonus question: is 8-foot chain link fence sufficient to contain a Basenji? What if it is a genius Basenji, like my little Curie? What if there is snow on the ground? Show all your work.

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listeme said…
What, is this your personal message board, ms. emly?

And yes, by all means start working on it. The usual terms.
4:42 PM
Zinnia said…
eight feet x the diameter/pi(2) to the tenth power and divided by the square root of the number of basenjis necessary to shred one $179 chair from pier one imports that may be cheap but is dang comfy times 18.3= NO. Eight foot chain link is not enough. Snow increases the degree of difficulty by 2.99 but still= NO.
9:47 PM
listeme said…
I kind of thought snow might help her at times. You know, she could construct a bank...
11:05 AM
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