Due to a creditable threat of takeover by the dirty dishes and trash, I thought a spot of housewifery might be about due. So there I was scrubbing pots and growling at the jammed-up disposal, which hummed uselessly back, when I decided that this was ridiculous. Either I should do the thing cheerfully or not at all.
So I put on heels, a striped apron, and red lipstick, and started fishing. However, the disposal was unimpressed and stayed jammed. I think it's got a peach pit in its depths.
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Dear Carolyn,
I miss you. :)
(maybe I should try this on my dishes...)
and...I went Shopping today and bought Accessories. Accessories make me think of you. Love!
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