A shopping list, and a cat whisker in an antique 12-tablet Anacin tin.

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.

Thanks Lil, but the problem remains that while I like the idea of having one I still have to test a few out to find one that I like the feel of using. With standard pens they're cheap enough if I don't like them I can just toss them, but when you're talking a few hundred dollars on splurge item I prefer to know that I'm getting exactly what I want. Think of it like buying a car. You may know what you like the look of, but you don't know quite how it handles and you might not like the ride.

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"BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes! GIRL: Yes. BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Yes. BOY: I bet you say that to all the boys!" -Meatloaf

Neige - Is it the tin itself that is antique...or are the contents as well?

LS - I once had a refillable fountain pen that I loved. It had a wider barrel so I was able to write with slightly better control of the nib. Alas...it got lost somewhere like most of the other pens I have. I've since forgotten about it. I'll have to start my own search!

And as for you, my dear Lilith. I presume that because you didn't note that you are currently without pockets, you are flaunting your disobedience. You are rubbing it in my face. You are.....um.....what was I saying?

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.

I'm trying to figure out how to get to what is left in your pocket, once all the extraneous stuff is removed.

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The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable

If I wanted your opinion, I'd remove the duct tape and ask you for it.~ Me
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Just skip the pockets...

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.

Are those your pants for when you play with your wood?

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The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable

If I wanted your opinion, I'd remove the duct tape and ask you for it.~ Me
<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>
One man's dream is another man's nightmare~~~~> §¤ Lilith ¤§
~>My Scribbles<~
==>Gone Shopping<== ~Just a Quickie~ *~A Celebration Vacation~* ~Surprises~ Sleeping With the Window Open
What Did You Do Today? Self Defense Class ~Short Sweet Snippets~ § Summer Spin § Story Challenge Submission Pajamas

Caught me again!

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__________________
Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.

I'm actually pretty convinced that the whisker is from a ghost kitty. But the ghost is likely of a kitty that passed away just last month, so not so antique.

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.

Nothing now but I had car keys and my phone but kiddo took car and phone on desk.

But I like WI's pockets better!!!!

Those are some crazy pockets, Lil!

Neige - You have the dubious distinction of being the only one I've ever known that has a ghost whisker in their pocket. But in all fairness...I haven't asked a lot of people. lol

Soda - It's weird...no matter how many different pairs of pants I wear, I always have that in my pocket.

__________________
Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.

I currently am wearing the shorts I sleep in, so there is nothing in my pockets.

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"BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes! GIRL: Yes. BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Yes. BOY: I bet you say that to all the boys!" -Meatloaf