Sometimes I have a night like tonight that goes by at a pace I enjoy and is filled with laughing and delicious food and a hot tub on a threezing roof and some MTV and 2 people I like and then I come home and decide to make a blueberry cobbler because, well, I've got the blueberries,
and as I'm pulling this outta the oven at 1:30am or whatever, I think to myself, gee kate, you've got a pretty charmed life. Semi-charmed at least.
And then I write myself a note to not forget my new plant for my desk tomorrow morning
and I climb into bed with this li'l guy.
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three days and three posts later, I still want that cobbler.
This may be too late for anyone to see this comment but I would die for some blue/black/rasp/mixed/-berry cobbler right now.
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