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There, that was a bunch of words.
Oh, you were expecting them to actually make sense???
Sorry, not today. Embellished by my pretty screwed up Rodney icon.

Didn't go visit M. I'd crawled out of the shower and hadn't dressed yet when M called. As we both seemed to be equally not-quite-there, I decided not to go over. Instead I went to retrieve my mail and fought with the Little-Shop-of-Horrors mailbox that was trying to eat this month's Toronto Life magazine.

Yesterday, M had given me stuff from the Royal: an Ontario foodie mag and the official program that just had to have two piccies of pigs (one was a tiny piglet being cradled in a little girl's arms). Awwwww, so cute.

And that is the end of my words.
Silent hugs,
H.

Nothing but a bunch of words for today.

word
wordword
wordwordword
wordwordwordword
wordwordwordwordword
wordwordwordwordwordword
wordwordwordwordword
wordwordwordword
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wordword
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There, that was a bunch of words.
Oh, you were expecting them to actually make sense???
Sorry, not today. Embellished by my pretty screwed up Rodney icon.

Didn't go visit M. I'd crawled out of the shower and hadn't dressed yet when M called. As we both seemed to be equally not-quite-there, I decided not to go over. Instead I went to retrieve my mail and fought with the Little-Shop-of-Horrors mailbox that was trying to eat this month's Toronto Life magazine.

Yesterday, M had given me stuff from the Royal: an Ontario foodie mag and the official program that just had to have two piccies of pigs (one was a tiny piglet being cradled in a little girl's arms). Awwwww, so cute.

And that is the end of my words.
Silent hugs,
H.