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You know, for all my mailbox has been deluged with LJ-notifications from two months ago, in a way it's kind of fun. Sort of like the Wells Fargo wagon is delivering my comments. (And possibly a box of maple sugar for my birthday. Or a grey mackinaw.)

I just sit back and pretend I'm Michael J Fox in the Back to the Future movies, and Doc is sending me letters from where he's gotten stuck in June 27th.

Comment conservation:

splagxna
or curtains! or dishes!

lots42
All I Want For Christmas Is My LJ Comments.

3goodtimes
I just got some grapefruit from Tampa. :)

mediumajaxwench
*beats you for getting the Wells Fargo song stuck in my head*

juniper200
It could be something for someone who is no relation or it could be (yes you're right it surely could be!) something special (something very very special now) just for meeeeee!

I was in "The Music Man" when I was 8-ish. Thanks loads.

tritoneclarinet
Sigh... Is it bad that as much as that song's singing in my head, underneath it I'm singing the Reed 2 part?

copperbadge
Quite possibly as bad as the fact that I get that song mixed up with "There's A Coach Comin' In" from Paint Your Wagon, and sing the Paint Your Wagon bridge to it ("Oh it's carrying eyes that are moonlight, and it's carrying lips that are wine...")