Courage, my leetle Butternut Squash of love. Ze Thanksgeeving deenair weel be ovair soon, and zen we ...oh! Mais non! I mean, zen I can unbutton my pants, and have ze nap on ze sofa. You, mon cherie, weel be, how shall we say eet? Delicious.
I'm now in my late-thirties, with no idea how I got here. I could trace the path backwards, but not without an amount of mental effort I need to spend on other things. I have a wealth of experience, yet am somehow busted. I have a great husband named Steve, who is the victim of some hyperbole around here, and who is really the best person I know. Our daughter Josephine was born in February 2004, and she has changed our way of being forever. We, unfortunately, have a cat named Boo Boo. For some reason, we thought we needed a Bastard Hound named Molly too. We live in a house we bought a few years ago that is caught in the state between disrepair and re-invention. We don't get around much any more.
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