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December 04, 2006

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Cathy

Great story, Belle. Daughter of Norma, I remember well the howls of laughter when the crocheted hat was opened every year. As a child I always wondered how Aunt Connie always got the hat back. Truly a sad day when the hat was lost.

I have to admit, though, that my mind has shifted into trying to figure out more creative ways for you to hide Slim for this year.

I don't guess it would be too PC, albeit, ever blogabilly, to share the fool gifts for my Aunt Lois. Nevermind.

Enjoyed the story. Will tune in for more.


Cathy Ann,

Thanks for stopping by and saying howdy. And I'll take any and all comers who have ideas for hiding Slim under the tree. We've been doing it for so long that it's getting hard to be creative about it.

And speaking of hats, I found a photo of you wearing the crazy hat I crocheted for you one Christmas many years ago. Gotta get that pic scanned so I can show you off on Blogabillies. LOL

Conlavon, aka Belle

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  • T-Bone is the alter ego of natural-born storyteller Terry Taylor, whose real job involves creating TV and radio campaigns for an ad agency. He also writes Big River's company blog, By the Campfire. Yeah, he's won awards and has worked ever'place from LA to New Yawrk City, but there's still a lot of small-town Alabama in him. In other words, you can dress T-Bone up, but you can't take him nowhere.
  • Belle is written by Connie Reece, a conversational writer and social media consultant. She is the founder of Every Dot Connects and a co-founding member of Social Media Club. You won't usually find her wrapped in the feather boa; it makes her hot flashes worse. But her wardrobe does favor hues of hot pink. Belle says, "Just 'cause they call it fashion don't mean they can pawn it off on me."

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