Right lovely weekend it was, two (is it right to include Friday as part of the weekend?) cloudy Scotland days with a sunny one sandwiched in the middle. I could go for a sandwich. Bologna. Remember when Jared thought it would be a good idea to fry the bologna? And it wasn't? And Lisa gasped in horror at the sight of the bubbling pink blob in the pan. So yeah, erm, the weekend: lot's of Scrabble, lot's of wine. What else is new? My memory's not what it used to be. Neither are my knees.
And you know, every once and awhile now I sense my submission. And I'm totally cool with that. I'm just waiting to get out of this box.
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It was pulsating. I've never seen bologna pulsate.
That was such a silly night.
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