So apparently this is how it works: I can complain about all of my husband's idiosyncrasies and weirdnesses and things that drive me nuts or make me feel sad or frustrated, but that's because my love for him is so deep that it is virtually bottomless. Someone else talks shit about him? It turns out that I go into mother protecting her cubs mode. ( Read more... )

Yesterday we traveled north to attend a harvest celebration for those friends who have gained another year of age. Offerings were brought:


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So uhh


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