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My friend didn’t like how her thermos was getting beat up. So she fixed it.

With. Wrapping. Paper.

Happy 56th, Ken.

One glass of wine drunk.

Pud is skeptical of my iPhone.

THE CUTENESS!

I just made the mistake of looking back through the photobooth pictures from 2006 when we got our current imac.

This one is from the time Sylvia made me dress up like a princess with her!

Who is this?  I don’t think it looks like me.

Photobooth and I have been fighting lately.  Maybe what Myr’s got* is going around.  I’m mostly posting this gratuitous picture to combat the feeling that I’ll never take a nice picture again.

*of course Myr is crazy gorgeous even with words and arrows all over her face.

O HAI tiny bowl of crock pot soup!

My necklace is a book. Your argument is invalid.

What do you mean you aren’t interested in bookmaking?

Folds.

Bookmaking workshop. SQUEEEE!

FYI: Pretty nails do not solve all of your problems.

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But they are pretty.

OMG! She’s getting her hair cut like a big girl!!!!