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All good things must come to an end....

So, I've been really bad about cross-blogging all of my guest posts at Vie Hebdomadaires... thought I would try and correct that.

Here are the links to my guest posts, should anyone wish to have a look see. And, even if you'd rather not read all my ramblings, definitely give the Vie Hebdomadaires site a chance, it's a pretty novel idea to pass a blog around to 52 strangers around the world!

Anyway, on to the links:
Day 1--And, the mysterious stranger behind the mask is....
Day 2--Dinosaur digger, or treasure hunter....
Day 3--Of the trouser mind, or rigidly defined....
Day 4--And on this day.....
Day 5--Ask me once, I'll tell you my name, ask me twice, I'll tell you the same.....
Day 6--Not a good idea to let your mind wander, unless you're sure it's strong enough to be out on its own....

Thus ends my adventures as guest blogger of the week!

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  1. I'm glad you enjoyed your time at Vie Hebdomadaires! I think it's a great blog too. :) Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving and didn't get trampled by any Black Friday shoppers!

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  2. I did enjoy it... I was a bit overwhelmed at first and wasn't sure exactly what I was going to write about, but, I'm glad I did it. Thanks for the invite! Hope your Thanksgiving was good too... and our Black Friday shoppers were surprising tame this year---

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  3. VERY cool concept. Shall check out your posts posthaste...

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  4. great point made,
    smiles.

    Keep up the excellence.
    BB won't be where it is without your outstanding support.

    you rock.

    hugs.

    xoxox

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