Saturday, December 17, 2005 The weary world rejoicing
Just now I realized that the stylish, practical travel mug that I'd filled with coffee to take home is sitting on the counter at my workplace. I am so sorry. I did not mean to abandon you. I just got all caught up in sweeping and stuff. You wouldn't understand. You never do.
My kitchen is full of apples and raw dough. Between the pies-in-progress an food from work, I have found myself embroiled in a snacking epidemic. I am like a little Florence Nightingale, marching in bravely to administer to the gluttons. No, baby, I'll take that pie. I do not care for my own health, and this is for your own good.
My household's War-on-Christmas Tree is very beautiful. The cat benefits from it most of all. He has been eating all the tinsel, and I'm sure his little GI tract is in the holiday mood. This is going to be a better Christmas than the one where Laura Ingalls Wilder received white sugar and glass. posted by Frenz | 12/17/2005 12:31:00 AM
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