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Outside, it's cold and snowing and beautiful. Miserable to be out in, but beautiful to look at.
Inside, it's warm. There are pork chops and black-eyed peas* simmering on the stove, rice in the microwave, iced tea in the fridge, and buns in the oven. (THAT'S NOT A METAPHOR.) Later on tonight, there'll be Doctor Who.
My heart might break upon viewing--although those of you who know me know that it's much more likely that I'll go into fits of rage for whatever reason--but right now, everything is good.
Happy New Year!
*For luck! But no cabbage. Cabbage+Mr. Time=bad luck.
Inside, it's warm. There are pork chops and black-eyed peas* simmering on the stove, rice in the microwave, iced tea in the fridge, and buns in the oven. (THAT'S NOT A METAPHOR.) Later on tonight, there'll be Doctor Who.
My heart might break upon viewing--although those of you who know me know that it's much more likely that I'll go into fits of rage for whatever reason--but right now, everything is good.
Happy New Year!
*For luck! But no cabbage. Cabbage+Mr. Time=bad luck.