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Daddy's girl
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It doesn't happen very often, but every once in a great while something comes along that makes me grateful that I take more after John than Mom in certain areas.  Today is one of those days.

*tweezing bee stringer out of toe* Ow, ow, ow, ow.

I thought the bees were supposed to be disappearing. Ow, ow, ow.

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Ouch.

What does that have to do with John, though?

And, yes, I owe you edits. many edits. Got caught up in an estate sale this week to help a deceased fan's partner. But edits will be started soon, I promise.

Mom is allergic to bee stings.

Funny, I was just thinking about that. And the fact that you obviously don't love me anymore. *sniffle*

Ah, okay.

And I love you deeply, I just haven't perfected the art of adding hours to the day yet.

It's a really good thing I'm not. I've been known to step on two in the same day.

*wiping nose on sleeve* Okay. (OTOH, you aren't asking for updates on my Big Bang story, so I should probably just sneak quietly off and count my chickens.)

Yeah, I knew you'd get to it sooner or later. *g* Guess I should stop reading (and stepping on defenseless bees) and start writing.

Right after I walk the dog. *sigh*

It's always good to have a plan. And a dog. Or five cats like me.

Yeah, you tell that part about the dog to Drusilla. She is so very much not happy about Mia.

Speaking of whom, is still living with and being walked by me, even though the person she's supposed to belong to now (Mom) is living in Merced.

Poor Dru, I feel for her, but she'll adapt in time, and since it seems Mia is now your dog, she'll have the time.

Running now. Rice on the stove. Dinner in future. Maybe sleep.

Mmmmm, dinner.

Speaking of Dru, she was howling outside the backdoor last night (she's in one of her outside kitty phases) at 11:00pm. So I grabbed a scoop of food, stepped out and started dumping it into the food dish, only to notice that there was still plenty of food in it and wonder why the hell she made me come outside.

Right until I stepped on something fuzzy on the doormat on my way back into the house. Eewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I think it's still waiting for me to clean up when I get home.

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