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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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12:47 p.m. - 2007-04-11
Let's see what's on my mind today. Wolf is back. And trotted off to school this morning delighted to show his friends an authentic dried buffalo chip. Only the male of the species would consider a turd an excellent souvenir. My nails have gotten long enough to be bothersome when I type. The pearly pink polish Mick liked so much is going to be changed for Chanel red and he'll have to deal. The bird song coming in from the yard is almost deafening. I never thought of robins as a flocking bird, but there's at least 20 of them right outside my office. I've gotten totally flabby this winter. I mean like seriously flabby. I MUST get off my butt more. Should probably start pilates again, but think Mick would groove on it if I asked him to work out with me at the gym. Mike the clever ferret is twigged to my new status and is making up his mind whether to be a dick weasel to me or ignore the situation entirely. Odds say he'll ignore it for as long as he can, which won't be long at all because I'm taking a proactive approach to getting him out, out, out of my life and nothing makes him crazier than me being happy. I'm already in his face with my boyfriend shirt and am upping the ante with an appearance by Mick himself tomorrow night for dinner. This is MY house and Mick is MY man and I will feed who I will at MY table with food bought with MY money. I made $5,000 last week and that's only the beginning. If my idiot ex thinks he can continue to stink up my life and lollygag around until he decides to finally wander off he has another think coming. Get thee gone, numb nuts, your days of being the decider are over. The roses. I told Mick I cannot grow roses. He seemed mighty confused. "If you have a green thumb doesn't it mean growing things is kind of a given?" Nope. I can grow veggies and petunias and all sorts of other flowery goodness but not roses. He shook his head and said, "Honey, I don't believe there's anything you can't do. Of course you can grow roses." Amazing what a little positive reinforcement can do, eh? I did finally figure out how to best wear this unwieldy man shirt of mine. Oddly, Mick didn't seem to mind my alterations in the least. Said his shirt had never been worn better. I dunno, stretched over those luscious muscles of his…oh baby! But I guess I did okay. What do you guys think?
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