oh, give me back my hands! These things are always touching me in …places.


  1. I lived in downtown Portland for awhile, in a second story apartment, and there were LOTS of shall-we-say "exchanges" outside my bedroom window at night. It was fun! You can drop things, like boiling oil, teetering flower pots, and pianos!

    I feel for you. ha! – well, except not in the sense that your blog title might suggest…

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