Every single time I pull a load of dark clothes out of the dryer, I wonder if a raccoon could be hiding in the pile. You might think this is an irrational fear, but since I once had a opossum in my oven drawer, I think it's perfectly logical. (I also blame the raccoon who crossed our backyard about three months ago; I haven't been able to shake the image since.)
Madeline is very interested in using a spoon. I'm not very interested in oatmeal splattered on my walls.
No CVS for three weeks = my system going through withdrawal.
We always go to Maggiano's for our anniversary because that's where we had our rehearsal dinner. I will cry if it ever closes.
Saying "I will cry" is not really a dramatic statement. I've shed a tear three times in the last two days, two happy and one sad. You might as well call me "Watershed Mayes."
You can't imagine how much pasta we brought home from Maggiano's last night.
I wish I was British so I could say, "We brought home loads of pasta" and not sound like a fool.
I really need to stop listening to the Harry Potter and Shopaholic series on CD.
Feeling rather reckless today, I tried *gasp* Irish breakfast tea instead of my usual English breakfast tea. Watch out world, I'm living on the edge today.
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