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The Soiree Lass

Continued from page 1

Published on December 07, 2006

Well!

As soon as I wrangled up my four best friends to wash the Styrofoam plates, this key party was over!

I went downstairs and cracked that whip some more, accidentally hitting my hubby square on the nose (never handle a whip in the middle of an emotional wreck), and you better believe those plates got washed.

Then my hubby left with the Weingartens to get a pack of cigarettes and some white vinegar. He should be back any time now.

Any time at all.

When the Soiree Lass isn't writing this column, she's baking cookies. Cookie Monster!

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