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February of our twentieth year

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We think, with fingers crossed and humility at the forefront of our stating this:
We have fixed the Mule Loading Problem of January 2016.
Join us in thanking everyone involved.
In the midst of all the .com problems, we began working with Shopify to create a Dead Mule Store
and let us tell you! Prepare to be Amazed!
The DeadMule.net online yard sale/garage sale/tag sale/attic sale and all-around-clear-out sale
will send the internet into a tail spin (once the store is fully functional).
We are paring down our collections, cleaning out the garage, the barn, the attic and the basement.
This 120-year-old house needs complete rewiring, all new plumbing and these plaster walls are coming down.
Robert will even sell his Harley. Thank goodness we had that hurricane in 2011 so our roof is new.
New windows, new floors and a re-designed kitchen and bathrooms.

Sell it or store it.

Get ready for the opportunity to buy some awesome sh*t, yall.

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More about this here literary journal:

We’re pretty pleased with ourselves, yes we are, that we’ve been online for TWENTY years. We’d would love it if you would join us in our celebration by sending us a bit of your writing to grace our hallways. Just like Miss Edna Tischner, our very first kindergarten teacher, we will tape the student’s work on the wall along the hallway. For the first Open House, we’ll post Poetry, Fiction, and Essays on the wall just to the left of the library door.

The school building itself, as you can see, fell into a state of disrepair way back around, oh, 1875 or so, but hell, Miss Lucy Flatterbanks kept it open as long as the Colonel’s money held out. Her grandaddy was a Colonel in the War of 1812, you see. Not that “other war”. The School languished for many decades as a literary academy with hardly any faculty and a decidedly not rigorous course of study for its many lackluster students. Oh my, Miss Val, but you do go on…

Minnie Mouse watch vintage

The Reunion for Graduates and All Friends Under Consideration shall be held sometime next year. Right now, you are here with us and for that we are grateful. Thankful. Amen.

If any dogs manifests too great a regard for the enclosed carcass, shoot them on the spot.
–adapted from a 1895 treatise on manure

Atlantic City charm bracelet

Don’t bury it — read it.
Don’t store it, sell it!

Atlantic Beach charm bracelet! 1960s. Vintage Minnie Mouse watch.
Lots of turquoise & silver, Miriam Haskell and other vintage wonders!

This Mule ain’t dead, yall.

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