Everyday is an adventure, or misadventure as the case may be. It is the latter that makes for the best stories, inspiring the name of my blog. I'm a nurse and an attorney (and way too silly sometimes). I am retired now. WELCOME to my blog! This is a work of fiction inspired by true events. The patients I refer to are a patchwork quilt of various patient's problems mixed together. If you think you recognize someone, you are wrong. These people do not really exist.
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Hello Melissa! Having lived on Cape Cod directly across the dirt road from a cranberry bog I can tell you that yes indeed, there is something wrong with them. They smell really bad, like some kind of rotting mulch with a little fishy aroma thrown in. I know this because my dog Remy, a great swimmer and retriever loved to frolic in the bogs and when he came out...yuck!! It was bathtime! I ate the cranberries jusy the same. All the local bakeries sell cranberry muffins which are delicious no matter how bad the water the are grown in smells!
Sarah
Welcome, Sarah! Lol!
Be prepared for lots of picture taking today. You and Daisy will be the subject of tonight's blog. :)
That is really strange. And cookies are made by elves in trees.
You mean cookies aren't made in trees by elves?
"What part of 'magic oven' don't you get?" :)
Silly me. I forgot all about the magic oven. :)
Gee, everyone always told me the brownies were magic, I didn't know it was from the oven.
Sarah, I'm surprized that no one ever told you about the magic oven. :)
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