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Poor little uncle, he's got poison ivy all up and down his sides. I feel so bad for the tyke, he just can't catch any luck. He's been trapped upstairs all week and it looks like he won't be back in school until Monday at the earliest. It's great that he's got such a fantastic sister, willing to take care of him and distract him enough that he doesn't scratch and make it worse.
In other news, my husband bought me ten pounds of dark chocolate today, because he saw it and thought of me. If I'm not careful, I'm gonna make myself sick. Is it bad that I've already eaten close to a pound of it? (Secret?: I don't really give a shit, even if everyone thinks I'm an idiot, because this shit is GOOD.)
In other news, my husband bought me ten pounds of dark chocolate today, because he saw it and thought of me. If I'm not careful, I'm gonna make myself sick. Is it bad that I've already eaten close to a pound of it? (Secret?: I don't really give a shit, even if everyone thinks I'm an idiot, because this shit is GOOD.)