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posted by mireille at 8:18 PM
Why, she's right next to me reading the paper. We're going to take advantage of my day off to have lunch.
awww, Fred. That's sweet. xoxo
They do say you know it's love when it pops up front of you.word verification: febngv is the sound of discontent when you remember it's still only February and the sun you can see is undercut by a biting winter wind.
I think that it can be a "holiday" which promotes anxiety in some. A lot of expectation of glittery objects hidden in desserts or floating at the bottom of champagne glasses. And usually results in just extra filling or cassis berries. ;-)
I do! I do! He's in the Atlanta airport waiting for his plane! Now let's hope the snow we're supposed to get here actually materializes and he gets snowed in with me for at least ONE extra day! *crosses her fingers*Yeah, you wanted to hear all that.
um, he's ice fishing in Saskatchewan but will back in time :-)
Of course, Mireille. Under the stairs.
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