 | | 2012-01-06 03:00
From blog Skippy Says
In many aspects, I am my father's daughter: I really enjoy having my back and head scratched, I yell at people I love when I'm angry and then kiss up to them five minutes later, and I love my birthday. Well, I used to. The older I've gotten, the more I've turned into my mother's daughter in this respect. For some reason, birthdays just haven't been as fun the last few years, and I find myself wishing the day will pass by quickly and quietly. Last year was especially trying-- my dog managed to get into the chocolate pecan caramel bars I made to share with my family, so I spent my birthday day frantically calling vets and calculating his weight/amount of chocolate consumed...
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