Bored. Still. Again.

I have not had another piece of cake yet.

However, I am indulging in... amusing fics.

First the fruit cake (thanks to thepodsquad. )

I have a fruitcake sitting in my freezer, just for Kendall. It’s big…the biggest one I could find. I waited until the department store had it on sale and I waited as long as possible to buy it so that I could find the one that was rejected by the most number of people. The poor saleswoman even had little samples for the customers to try. I declined to eat my sample. I did however take note that it was filled with fake fruit. At least that’s what I call that horrible candied fruit that they put in fruitcake. Yuck. I’m disgusted just thinking about it.

Now Around the Corner.

“Well we look like we just had sex on your bedroom floor.”
“One of the side effects of having sex on my bedroom floor.”

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But no cake yet.

Talked to beccabee . I heart her.

No cake.

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How to make a sunshine_queen

Ingredients: 3 parts intelligence 3 parts ambition 5 parts ego

Method: Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Serve with a slice of caring and a pinch of salt. Yum!

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From Go-Quiz.com

Isn't that the truth!

I watched 'A Dark Turn' (SpyRent sex still weirds me out) and 'Truth Takes Time'. Because I miss SpyMommy like whoa.

Mommy got shocked by the dryer. She freaked out and now she and Daddy are out buying a new dryer. Yay for them.

I have to call Heather to find out about tomorrow and then Philly to find out what happened with her and Erik on Wednesday. I'm such a bad friend.

Summers equate, for me, really, people and places and things, it's not a time. I mentioned on Becca's LJ that it makes me think of sunscreen, the pool, lying in the grass and, like her, ice water, but it's more than that. It's Katie and me sharing the little bed at Gramma's house because Mommy and Mel are on the aerobed on the floor because only one bedroom upstairs has air conditioning. It's Amelia and me lying on the grass at the Biltmore golf course on the fourth of July the year before she moved and our wishing that the night would never end. It's my sister and Katie and I competing to see who can wake up earliest to see who gets to have Mare Mare all to themselves in the morning. It's new books and long days of nothing and chlorine and wet tangled hair and bathing suits and eating nutrigrain bars with wet fingers hurriedly between lessons. Fried chicken and homemade spaghetti sauce and the Vanilla Bean and gelatoes and Martha's and Humpty Dumpty's and Doc's ice cream store at the corner of Granger Ave until it closed. It's the Rec across the street from Mare Mare's house, Granger and Caroline Street, and downtown Saratoga, and the track, Saddlewood park and Erin's pool and weeks that seem to stretch into Oblivion but are really so short, so short.