I am a New Englander, a Southerner, my own woman, Rex's daughter, a quivering mass of contradictions. Nothing here means any more or less than you want it to mean. This and a buck fifty will get you coffee. But it's me. And I really like that.
Five hours of sleep and I'm awake and WIRED. Why? Because it's Christmas Eve, people! Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
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Here's to always maintaining the little kid in us. I thought maybe I'd gotten past it, but there's a box with my name on it downstairs from my wife, and I can't wait to open it tomorrow morning. Merry Christmas to you and Lithus!
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Here's to always maintaining the little kid in us. I thought maybe I'd gotten past it, but there's a box with my name on it downstairs from my wife, and I can't wait to open it tomorrow morning. Merry Christmas to you and Lithus!
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