I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Seriously, the world loves me. I'm not sure why it does, but I love most of it right back. I love wrapping presents. Flowers are important. That TOTALLY wasn't me who prank called you, I swear. I love to grocery shop. My boyfriend loves to cook. I can't get enough of kissing him. My bicycle has streamers on the handles. I think if people wanna know about my faith, they'll ask. I look young, and sound old. I love chaos, so you'll always find pets and teenagers around my house. I always have at least one book in my purse. At camp in high school, I was voted "Most Talkative." UNANIMOUSLY. I dance at the slightest provocation. This blog is my mirror, my publicist, my calendar, and my most flattering angle. I am its pushy stage mother. And apparently, I'm important enough to get hate mail. Sweet.
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It takes a while for your butt to warm up! It will sap the heat from your bod. Which is nice if you're in a warm climate (which I think you are...) but watch out if you have a warm one! I have a granite table top (which I made myself) and it chills my elbows reminding me constantly like my mother,"Elbows off the table!"
Hmmm, it's seems like there is a metaphor in there somewhere but I can't seem to put my finger on it.
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