Showing posts with label paralyzed with fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paralyzed with fear. Show all posts
Thursday, May 10, 2007
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"Cathy, don't you think that would make an interesting story?" -- Superintendent Richard Ross.
About Us
"Don't be angry with us," said Wogan's Heroes.
A mere column cannot encompass a woman so complex.
This supplemental web site almost created itself -- although, most of the credit belongs to our late fiance Don, who (cross your fingers) will stop invading our dreams once we have painstakingly captured every nuance.
We are a tall, broad-shouldered, dark-complected Irishman with deep olive skin clad in matching royal blue shoes and jacket.
Our music collection consists of Native Americans and Celts. We believe in the mystery and selflessness of Santa Claus.
Unlike our late fiance Don, who was a sailor, we find it revolting to hook a fish. We don't even like eating them.
We might quarrel all day, but in the back of a pickup, we are all smiles.