Mel in Denver writes:
"If you do a CSI enlargement of the nails in question, you will notice that one side of the nail is very jagged. Thus those nails were not clipped. They were bitten off. So no clipper was used."
"Find your biter and you'll find your mystery person," he added. Mel then took a pensive puff from his ivory pipe and sent his footman into the fog to fetch his carriage.
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dear, do we need to send you a case of those lemon bitters? your father and i are very worried but we're happy that nice boy tom is there to comfort you and stand up against this mel charactor. sounds to me like a friend of daddy's, mel schlienmen was his name. real ssleuth. thought he had it all figured out until one day he came home to find his wife with the pool boy. good ol' mel schlienmen. what ever became of him? i think he moved to skokie. oh beth, we miss you so much dear. we're hoping you and tommy can make it for a visit this holiday, that would be such a delight. aunt barb would make her brandy pudding and we can all watch jessica's wedding tips on tv, because you know you'll need those. oh honey, please don't worry so much, those nails will never look like the perfect french manicure but i didn't need a french manicure to lure daddy and it doesn't seem like you're goign to need one to lure tom. what a nice boy. we're very proud of you sweathart and it's so good to see you on this blog. we show all our friends. maybe one day they'll post to say hello as well. boo ya my dear, boo ya to you and tom and ssay hello to that ragamuffin david also, he's a cute one. gotta run to volleyball practice, coaching an all boy's team and they're gonna kill me if i'm late. love and smoochess my dear.
Amy Burkhardt is NOT Beth's mom.
no. she's really not. you know how i know? because i am buster. i am! me and me alone! and you'll never know. well maybe you will. maybe you already do. do be do be do. shalala. ramalama ding dong. now shut up.
fast-flying wonder bread fight coming my way. better duck. duck. goose. ryan, help!
mel got game. skokie to the max. john read better read. reid. ried. whatever.
bill dow reprezent. larry liss heaven scent. val who can forget pizza stent!
and now you'll never hear from me again.
You promise?
I want to write a ballad about Beth's Mom.
I'll call it, "Baby's Beth." Get it? It's good.
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