Saturday, May 11, 2013
Not Enough Room For My Stuff
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Packing. What is it about packing that I find so overwhelming? Everything. Every time I pack, I think of George Carlin's routine about stuff. This is why I hate packing. I've got to figure out what stuff to bring. What if I bring the wrong stuff? Then I'll have to buy more stuff. I don't want to buy more stuff. I have enough stuff as it is.
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About Me
- Carol Starr Schneider
- Sherman Oaks, California
- I write TV movies, plays, and humor blogs. I've got two menschy sons, a wonderful French daughter-in-law, two angel grandkids, a longtime hubby, and a Royal Rescue Pup of Questionable Lineage.
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- Beautification Begins In Sherman Oaks
- Five Stages Of Waking Up
- Bonsai Sitter
- A Gal Named Bubbles
- Lose Reply All, I'm Begging You
- Pillow Talk
- Thinly-Sliced
- The Next Mayor
- Quote, Unquote
- Where Freud and the SJG Collide
- Abandonment Issues
- Nice View
- Get Up, Get Down, Go Home
- Hustle Your Bustle
- Not So Famous Quotes
- Costume Party
- Driving Miss SJG
- Better Not To Know
- Not Enough Room For My Stuff
- 1-800-ENTITLED
- May We Have Your Attention, Please?
- What To Bring
- Why, Guacamole? Why?
- It Could Be Much Worse
- The Attack of the Killer Bougainvillea!
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