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2001 was a lot more mellow than 2000. I was so glad to be back in my beautiful Arizona.
It was fine until Bill decided we should move to his home state of Pennsylvania. I thought, okay, why not? How bad can it be? Those evil five words. They always harbor my doom.
First tho, we went to the Bahamas! Touching a dolphin was so great; it felt like a wet leather jacket. Which actually flipped me out. I avoid leather now...
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