Ghost Supervision Her ghost stands on the back patio while I am mowing pointing at spots I missed. So I flipped it off and said, listen, bitch, never again am I going to allow you to steal my joy. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ
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