TGIF. Seriously.

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  1. La FraméricaineApril 17, 2009 at 7:09 PM

    Road runner
    Coyote's after you
    Road runner
    if he catches you
    you're through!    I love Wiley Coyote and the Road Runner!

    Have a nice weekend, Distracted.

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  2. PyzahnApril 17, 2009 at 7:09 PM

    I know the feeling.

    I love the fact that the Coyote always kept trying. He didn't let the set backs keep him down.

    Enjoy the weekend.

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  3. The BugApril 17, 2009 at 7:40 PM

    Amen & Amen!

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  4. KathleenApril 17, 2009 at 8:36 PM

    Meep, meep ~8^O

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  5. C.M. JacksonApril 17, 2009 at 8:49 PM

    oh honey I hope you were the road runner...TGIF yes it is supposed to be warm here in NJ with sun...meep meep
    best
    c

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  6. ClareApril 17, 2009 at 9:02 PM

    Love roadrunner and Wylie Coyote. Hope that you have a good weekend.

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  7. RudeeApril 17, 2009 at 10:12 PM

    You said it sister! It's supposed to be a glorious 71 degrees and sunny tomorrow (today now). I'm ready for a weekend, and really, there may be something wrong with my eyes. There's I possibility I may not be able to see going into work on Monday. I feel a mental health day coming on.

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  8. UnknownApril 18, 2009 at 5:07 AM

    LOVE those two!

    Hope you have a wonderful weekend.

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  9. KathleenApril 18, 2009 at 6:25 AM

    Wow...sure hope you can blog about it for those of us who are addicted to episodes of neurodramaville but have to watch House instead. That is, after you get lots and lots of rest, jumpstart with some poetry, and whatever else restores you!

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  10. AnnieApril 18, 2009 at 7:30 AM

    Love that coyote and feel just like him. Hugs, xoxo

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