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The boys definately hit the nail on the head here. Venice is simply astoundingly insane, beautiful, surreal and charming.
Though what an over-elaborate palace for a bunch of dogs…..oh yes of course- that all important ‘e’. My bad.
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So I give you, the very first ever Wuss ‘n Boots appearance. And before you judge me (and of course, them) remember; I was 10 years old and they were newly born. 1998 ey, I feel so old.
Who knew this raggedy little sketch cartoon would come [...]
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So, I have recently (for reasons I can’t quite understand) decided to join the gym. Actually I can understand the reasons, I just wish not to.
It is not simply my love of cake (mmmmm cake) or my, I would like to hope, genetic laziness. It [...]
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I really hope someone sees the potential of a card that reads ‘I heart you all over your face’. Genius.
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Lets face it my dearest readers. We have all been there.
We live for those we love. We would do anything for them, they are our entire world. To see them ill or injured in anyway pains us deeply, and we wish only to ease this suffering, [...]
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This one is a bit of a golden oldie, but it has never rung more true.
Yes I confess- I, Ruthie, have been somewhat stressed out this week. And I don’t quite know where I would be if my trusty love pillow hadn’t been accessible for a [...]
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Realistically, the only danger you face while playing computer games is if you play with someone like Boots.
So if you’re on Facebook pop over and befriend Ruthie and gaze adoringly at us on her page- www.facebook.com/people/Ruthie-Joyce-Art/100002009314653 (or search ‘Ruthie Joyce Art)
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Yes, it’s true. This week the story is entirely autobiographical. Wuss and I are like twins seperated at birth, except those few key major differences. He is 13, I am 24. He is furry, I am (god be praised) not.
But we are two peas in [...]
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So this week, it was not the boys fault they’re late. It is most definately mine. Currently I am sitting out in the sticks near Tullow an hour or so south of Dublin, surrounded by the Irish family. Apparently (and this is worrying) I have developed a [...]
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He just will not learn. You’ll see next year- he’ll end up doing the exact same thing…
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It’s good to see a little drama in every day situations. Or at least, that’s how Wuss and I see it….
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Good ol’ Wuss.
He may struggle to enjoy the snow and ice and cold which dominates our Christmas time, but he certainly knows how to get in to the spirit. Of course, he probably isn’t the best at always showing it, but then who is. He [...]
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The Perils of snow!
Yes, it’s true. I hate snow. I hate snow on paths, on roads, in carparks. But not on Christmas cards. That is the only place snow belongs. Not in Melton Mowbray in bloody November. Bah Humbug.
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Computers are indeed important in our society today. They enable us to keep in contact with loved ones far away, swap photographs and stories, read up on current affairs. They can aid us in monitoring and treating illnesses, they have allowed us to travel to space. Some [...]
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So it was Ruthies 24th birthday yesterday, and we are all feeling somewhat delicate and pathetic.
If you need us we shall be horizontal somewhere watching trashy telly, probably clenching onto a half eaten burger and covered (somewhat inexplicably) with glitter.
Party on dude.
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