Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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3 Comments:Oh, no! Not in your spanking newly painted house?
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By Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Friday, May 21, 2004 ACK! We had accumulated a massive ammount of paper trash and BD has been stuffing it into the wood stove, waiting for an evening cool enough to light the fire. Last night was such an evening but he forgot so I lit it instead, this a.m. Gad! The chimney had something in it and smoke billowed all about the house - so thick and heavy I couldn't breathe. It took forever to fix things, the house stinks to high heaven and I have a sore throat now. I'm at work because at least the air here is fresh - and though I washed my hair, I can still get a faint whiff of smoke. RATS RATS RATS. This is not a happy camper. posted by Bess | 10:30 AM |
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