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Coffee opens eyes
Wish night time still was with us
I slurp slurp groan groan
Posted by: Scott P | November 29, 2007 at 08:48 AM
Time to get all ready for Christmas and all. I'm making 144 gingerbread St. Nicholas cookies with white piping. Who's with me??
Posted by: Ana | November 29, 2007 at 10:01 AM
With you in spirit. Yes.
Actually making cookies. Never.
Posted by: Julie | November 29, 2007 at 10:44 AM
There once was a lad who turned four,
Who had a mermaid come to his door,
With presents and cake
He didn't have to fake
His birthday wish to have more.
Posted by: ken | November 29, 2007 at 02:32 PM
Never, Julie? Cookies can have lots of stuff like sugar in them. And chocolate. And they're easy to make...
Posted by: Scott P | November 29, 2007 at 04:40 PM
I married a friggin chef. There was a reason for that.
Posted by: Julie | November 29, 2007 at 05:12 PM