Oh the sweet relief of a giant weight off our shoulders.
Husband says that he will treat me by taking me out to a nice dinner.
Really, I just want a new pair of shoes.
Might actually have to finish writing that book I started.
For some unknown reason, inner city public school choirs' singing makes me weepy.
We rattle this town, we rattle this scene. Oh, Anna Sun.
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