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Heather

Oh my daughter was invited to be at CTYer, I am so glad to know that she might have a fighting chance of being as cool as you!!

Amanda

Amen, sister - to the tea AND cheese. Purr.

Jo

Hey, hey, wait a minute. "We wore bathrobes as clothes"??? I distinctly remember wearing my bathrobe OVER clothes. Was everyone else being way more risque than me? :P

Wendy Rambo Shuford

This certainly was a fun blog entry to read!!Especially since I have known you thru the jobs of # 6,7,8(having met you just before you took #6)
Just remember,while these jobs did not turn out to be "all wonderful", they do make good stories!!!OK, so maybe not for you.But for the listener, it has been great entertainment.That is ,of course partly because of how well you weave a tale.

Nellie

What kind of archaeology did you do? I've just finished an Hons degree at Sydney University in it!

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