03.15.02 :: 3:21 pm

One more hour until my mother and I get treated to an eye-feast of diamonds and crystals and glass and beads and whatnot and hoo-haa.

How will I resist?

Windexed glasses, check.

Checkbook (just in case), check.


Honey, we're having some times aren't we? I picked up the dog and put her between us and the part of my brain that knows what makes it all go fwooooooosh said "ilovethislife."

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