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I don’t get embarrassed much. You may or may not have already picked up on that. I mean, just a few weeks ago I had a conversation with my family and friends about the best way to make a mold of my vagina while we consumed a dinner of sushi. Note: I didn’t think that was weird [...] Was that the Jersey state line already? *panics, teases hair, applies press-on nails, practices fist pumps* Ok, carry on. # Not really. I mean, not that I’m morally or aesthetically opposed to lighthouse keepers. I’ve never met a lighthouse keeper I didn’t like. In other news, I’ve never met a lighthouse keeper. I have been to a light house though. I mean, I’m from North Carolina. The outer banks are practically dripping with those things. Also? Technically [...]  I’m having a day. This kind of day*: I blame my mortgage company. The story isn’t very good, so I’m not going to tell it to you. But seeing as how I have to go make a happy ending (oh shut it you pervs), I suddenly don’t have time to tell you that I recently discovered they [...]  So far my parents are failing miserably at the little “Grandkid Caretaker Trial Run” test we’ve given them with the cats. Well, that’s not entirely true. They were going gangbusters for a bit there – building toys, attempting to play chase despite arthritic knees, napping on the floor of the basement in the hopes that Lucy might [...] Doesn’t this make you want to get married all over again?
Yeah, me either. I’m home. I’ve decided I can say that confidently because I have a new definition of “home.” Home is where the fresh-made banana pudding is chilling in the fridge. In other news, banana pudding may well have just replaced a [...] Jersey bound. Down two cats but up a pile of Bojangle's biscuits and moonpies. #  It’s a tiny bit early, but I have to pause and wish a happy Father’s Day to the cutest dad in the history of the universe. And I’m not just saying that because Mom tells me he’s rigged some sort of fancy, home-made cat toy down in his wood shop involving paper balls and a [...] Ohio here I come. Yay. Or something. [...] I Sprocketed this morning. Obviously I’m getting enough fiber, after all. No really, slide on over there to check out the most offensive political ad ever created in the history of all time. I left my girls down in Virginia with Mom and Dad. Their base camp is Dad’s wood shop. When I left, [...] |
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