You gotta love restaurants that just GO for it and decorate with dead
animals. (Yes, this is the same place with the squirrel on a log
hanging from the ceiling.)
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To whoever has the Sonja-shaped voodoo doll and some creepy personal effect of mine like a wad of shower drain hair or a used band-aid: Whatever I did to you, I'm sorry. Please just stop poking the voodoo doll.The voodoo doll explanation is the only one I can come up with for why I feel like crusty crap. That, or maybe God hates me. But I'm more willing to blame it on a witch doctor. I don't know why. Maybe because I think feather headdresses are funny rather than intimidating.
So, Sonja-hating witch doctor person, please stop poking my voodoo doll in the back and the toe and the head. I will send you a free book if you stop. A hardback even. And a magnet. And a nail file.
I just had to share some of the decor at one of mine and Robbie's favorite Mexican food joints in downtown Durham.
Yes, that is a taxidermied squirrel perched on a log hanging from the ceiling.
I'm not asking what's in the carnitas anymore.
Yes, that is a taxidermied squirrel perched on a log hanging from the ceiling.
I'm not asking what's in the carnitas anymore.
Check out the latest installment in the saga of Sonja's hair over at So 5 today. Complete with pictures and a chance to win books! Go, go, go.
Check me out at Sweeter Romantic Notions today! I'm blogging about my big Conference revelation. I'd be thrilled to little bits if you were to stop by and comment, I promise.
Also, if you want a free book, stop by So 5 and comment on Skye's post about rejection. I know some of you have rejection stories you need to get off your chest!
Also, if you want a free book, stop by So 5 and comment on Skye's post about rejection. I know some of you have rejection stories you need to get off your chest!
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