Oh, jus’ reclinin’ and definin’ !*
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do you ever secretly wish this blog had a podcast?
that you could hear my mellifluous voice saying embarassing things while playing you songs in a wild and undocumented order, reminiscent of spring in alaska?
that you could relive the wild glory of your “rrradio” days as you shout hallelujah over and over, while listening to yr 23rd tanya tucker song?
(i dream about it every night.)
WELL! —
gittin' along without dogies 