I waited all weekend to go to Crafts Direct with my Mom to buy knitting needles. They didn't have the size I need! They only carry down to a 5 in circs, and a 1 in DPN. Blast and damn! So I have to hit the LYS before I go to work. Which means I have to get my butt in gear and get out of my jammies. Bah. I like my jammies.
I think Orangina is going to be the death of me. It really is. Michael will come him to find me dead in the kitchen, legs up in the air like a dead bug. It's plotting my demise as I sit here and type. It's evil I tell you. Evil!
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Orangina - I read this and thought of the soda and wondered if you were trying to drown yourself in it.
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