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fleaPoison ivy in the crease of my eye. And scattered little dots all over my body. Argh.
mr. flea is working super-long hours to get a paper out and I miss him and Casper misses him too. She asks for him in the evenings, and I say, "Daddy's at work still," and she says "Soon?"
Work = blah.
Eleven adults and six children are coming over for dinner on Friday and I don't have a plan yet. Four of the adults and three of the children are vegetarians (okay, one of the children in question is 2 months old, so will not be eating anything I make). It would be easiest to just go hamburgers/veggie burgers/hot dogs/not dogs, but I am resisting this simplicity like a mofo. Probbaly because I LIKE to make life hard for myself.
mr. flea is working super-long hours to get a paper out and I miss him and Casper misses him too. She asks for him in the evenings, and I say, "Daddy's at work still," and she says "Soon?"
Work = blah.
Eleven adults and six children are coming over for dinner on Friday and I don't have a plan yet. Four of the adults and three of the children are vegetarians (okay, one of the children in question is 2 months old, so will not be eating anything I make). It would be easiest to just go hamburgers/veggie burgers/hot dogs/not dogs, but I am resisting this simplicity like a mofo. Probbaly because I LIKE to make life hard for myself.
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Date: 2005-06-02 12:49 pm (UTC)Awww. Poor little Casper.