Monday, October 29, 2012

Morning Report

Fig's very first story is up and it has something to do with fig leaves . . . so very fitting. Also, there's a photo for your morning pleasure.

I'm off to a funeral today, so, yeah, not fun. And I have to sing, one of the downfall's of being known as the "singer." But, if it brings peace of mind then I can't complain.

And on that note, well gee, have yourself a good day! If you're in the path of Sandy then batten down the hatches. Seriously, take care. Maybe it will make a good story. Take an awesome picture and write up something exciting to match—might be Figs' next new entry!


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