"...you're no match for that sulky girl..."
might


17 December 2006 09:02 Hen party
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Yesterday was pre-holiday prep and getting together to make ropa vieja and psychologically plan for the arrival of the family members who put the stress in Christmas.

When I sleep, the cats and the pseudonymous partner like to pin me under the blankets. This usually ends with the largest mammal being kicked. I don't like to be immobile while I sleep.

I need a cup of tea now, or I will never fully wake up today, and I need to make cookies.

What sorts of cookies should I make?

love, might

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