SO. i'm going home for christmas. i'm leaving the land of mini-streets, fist-sized spiders, and relentless moisture for that high, dry place where i was born. i'll shiver with the thrill of seeing orange sweet potatoes, salsa, organic milk, and wheat bread in the store; understanding what the checker is saying to me, and watching as they bag my groceries for me. wheeeeeeeee! nothing like absence to make my least favorite chore as fun as a carnival ride. and i'm going to use a DRYER again.
see you on the flip side...
*lc*
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Um, yeah... about that dryer...
ReplyDeleteHow big a part of your coming-home-happiness is dependent upon it being up and running?
what did you see do feel eat first? huh? huh?
ReplyDeleteAnd when are you coming back? (missing the pacific rim updates)
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