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I Am Going To Prison

I Am Going To Prison
by Gina Valley

While you are reading this I’m probably in prison or on a transport heading that way.

It’ll be an ordeal.  I’ll wish I’d packed my coat.  But, I’ll get through it.

This all happened because yesterday I spoke at the Listen To Your Mother – San Francisco production.

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Where’s My Sparkly?

Where’s My Sparkly?
by Gina Valley

I’m a bit distressed this morning because I can’t find the little velvet-covered jewelry box that holds my favorite sparkly.

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I keep it in my big china hutch in our dining room.

Yes, I know that’s strange.

What kind of nut keeps a jewelry box in the dining room?  This kind.

My Mom Rocks!!!

My Mom Rocks!!!
by Gina Valley

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My mom rocks.  She does.

Although my mom is rarely one of the first people I think of when I’m thinking of funny people, she probably should be.  I’m reminded of the plastic fruit she would stick in my dad’s lunches, and how she put dog biscuits in the cookie jar when we were little.

And,