It’s just one birthday after another around here, with all the accompanying shenanigans. Last night the frosting on the cake was blue, and I still have blue on my hands. Yeah. I eat my cake with my hands. It was a birthday party, not High Tea with the Queen
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I am reading "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time" right now and the main character reminds me of you--he is highly logical and has certain adversions to specific colors!
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capable of logic yes, bu that's different
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yeah, I said it
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But, as you've proved in this entry, you are not anti-social.
Your hot halibut soup reminded me of the time I was visiting Dean Smith, the surgeon who gives hugs, and his nurse made me a cup of hot cider while I was waiting. It was in a glass mug which she heated in the microwave, yet she carried it all the way to me with her bare hands, claiming she used to work in "labor and delivery," so her hands were used to very hot things. I was kind of grossed out, and then I burned my hands.
Did you get my postcard? (I got yours!)
>8 (scissor symbol)
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I called the number, too, but a WOMAN picked up. That guy is such a manwhore.
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