The package for Perkins, Aimee. No worries, sweets.
AUGH! I am packing now. Whee!
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The package for Perkins, Aimee. No worries, sweets.
AUGH! I am packing now. Whee!
Whee! I need to be packing. Not, but I should be.
I suck a whole lot and am the worst invisible friend ever
Post some pictures and you're off the hook
I'm mad juliana's gonna be so close and yet, so far.
But soonly, she will up there for lob\vings whenever I want them.
AND AND AND
She can fly down here for lovings.
AND AND AND
Well, no more AND.
THEN.
Bater.
I need food.
points Kitty.
Kitty!
KITTY!
Kittybater?
sigh.
Supposed to go finish the Thanksgiving Shopping. But I am hungry and will spend a billion dollars. Plus, tired and my back still hurts.
I'll go tomorrow.
stoopid backache
Tomorrow.
I am making the other half of my butternut squash ravioli now. It's the closest I am getting to making something for Thanksgiving.
I am also rationing the canned food for kittenish as I don't want to try and go to Trader Joe's until Friday. I'm saving the turkey one for Thanksgiving for her.