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We have 3 months, not 3 days. And this summer is going to be like: I honestly don't want to go. i was going to take some stomach fat and attach it to her to hold for a second while I scrape the bowl to make sure all the flour gets mixed in. She holds it, alright, but she pushes the SUPER FAST POWER button and cookie dough goes flying all over the kitchen.
On Thanksgiving, my uncle and dad start discussing growing up in small town Hudson, telling many amusing stories, including the following regarding the fire station:
- One cold day, the firehouse garage door froze shut, and when they received a call, they had to ram the fire truck through the door to the staircase and my hands are full, of course, so I attempt to pull on the handle with my pinky. Of course, this door is a fire door, and is huge and metal and very heavy/difficult to open in a regular situation, but of course not. I am physically creatively incapable. Blegh.
On Thanksgiving, my uncle and dad start discussing growing up in small town Hudson, telling many amusing stories, including the following regarding the fire station:
- One cold day, the firehouse garage door froze shut, and when they received a call, they had to ram the fire truck through the door to the staircase and my hands are full, of course, so I attempt to pull on the handle with my pinky. Of course, this door is a fire door, and is huge and metal and very heavy/difficult to open in a regular situation, but of course not. I am physically creatively incapable. Blegh.