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.: 7.13.2008 

My brain, my delicious brain...!

The AC is eating my brain from the inside out.

I'm listening to "Africa" by Toto.

Raellyn fed me the nummiest falafel burgers I've ever had.

Hubby and I have been video-phoning each other via Skype! (He's in Las Vegas, poor soul.)

Must return to the The Hobby That Ate My Brain.

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thus proclaimeth the Zabet  9:43 PM   1 comment(s)

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I am sorry about your kitties' deaths, I really am, and sympathise with the big waterworks. I have seen my boyfriend Steve cry twice in 23 yrs. Once was when he thought I might die, and the second was when our first kitty died. He didn't cry when his own parent died, or relatives, or anything else really. It was the kitty that broke him.

There is a sort of grieving when a pet goes that means when they go they are just gone, leaving a big hole, and that wherever they are they don't miss you, so you are really crying for yourself and your memories and a bygone era. Pets mark out stages of our lives by only living for one stage of about 15yrs or less.

Poo, I am doing it again, going round blogging when I really need to be knitting those socks....

By Blogger Erssie, at 9:33 AM  

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