Because my chair is severely and dangerously tipsy-turvey broken, I stole my father's broken, but less broken than my chair, chair. And I look like I should be stroking a cat with an evil smirk on my face, plotting the doom of people/person who marred my otherwise decent day at Sears. [Bette(sp?) K!]
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'Twas hell and then some to get it the way I wanted.
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