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February 19, 2007


When my Grandmother moved apartments, several years ago, we helped her move. She always turned her nose up to anyone who drank liquor, especially if you did it in front of her. So, I was incredibly surprised when I found 3 whiskey bottles hidden in her side board. She claimed that it was for "tummy troubles." LOL! I just about wet my pants.

Good luck with moving your Grandmother - when is the date. I think your scum-le is worried that he missed something good or you are noticing all the items that are "missing"! Now, go have a whiskey for your "tummy troubles." :0)

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