
<-it looked nothing like this
Tomorrow I'll run out and get some last minute groceries (once I figure out what it is I'm going to make Saturday) then come home, put on my jammies, pour myself something cold (or warm) to drink and refuse to budge for the rest of the day. Well, refuse to leave the house at least. Or at least put up a mighty resistence. Maybe I'll just sit in my chair and grumble.) I'm turning into an old coot.
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Home is my favorite place.
Homebody here too. Merry Christmas Dorothy.
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