i hear the sound of talula going through her closet to find an outfit without panties as those are never part of the outfit- to put on probably backwards.
her whole outfit was backwards yesterday.
she is bothered by small specs of dirt but not so much creating fashion that makes sense- especially since she decided thursday that she doesnt like pockets?
i am sure that is as set in stone as her inability to get cold;
"i am never cold"
"i am never tired"
she has a lot of solidly defined things that leave their definition quite quickly...
thinking of ikea today-
the curtain rail in the downstiars likes to fall apart usually dropping its heavey ball on my head if not the ball (and by ball i do not mean testicle but ornamental embelllishment) then the bar comes down on me.
its happened about four times ...
next time i will win.
whatever that means.
yesterday we went to stubbs hill past sultan between goldbar and index-
it was meant to be a great place for quartz sceptres alas it was rather overgrown and unless you had water to rinse things finding rocks was all about rocks covered in a thick layer of dirt..
to go back again? perhaps early spring if that area stays clear of snow (crazy drive up a crazy unpaved road for like 7 miles) and when the plants are not covering the whole of the rocky area ..
talula only has love in her heart for one stuffed animal at a time.
she is telling me hwo she remembers when she loved lamby and her pink teddy -
i was trying to explain if you love something or someone you dont have to stop when someone something new comes along as there is much space for love and the more you do it the more you have ...
blah blah blah
her eyes dont stay focused she thinks i am talking wack.
maybe because i usually am.
i dont know.
the fridge is unuaslly empty and for some reason i am not finding food inspriing at the moment.
ok i must move as her feet are cold and they are now on my thigh...
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