My mum just got back from having an hour-long massage.
She came home smelling like oils and fresh sheets and stuff.
She immediately proceeded to draw herself a very deep, very hot, very bubblicious bath, light some candles, and have an enormous glass of very dry white.
Now, she is so relaxed that she is about to fall over on the couch and murmur for a blanket.
Five more days of Radiation.
Oh, and Carson moved to Wisconsin today, after drawing Chinese characters on my bald head with face paint.
I wrote him scads of letters with titles like, "To be opened when you miss me, if there ever is such an instance" and "To be opened when you need to scream, or, To be opened when you get to your house".
I admit, writing these letters was loads of fun.
Having Carson move...
Not so fun.
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A song.
*ahem*
FIVE MORE DAYS OF RADIATION, RADIATION, RADIATION, FIVE MORE DAYS OF RADIATION, THEN YOU'RE DONE FOR-EVV-ERRR!
I'm sorry Carson moved. That sucks. The letters remind me of the one time we did the letter thing, though. Remember?
Oh, yeah. THAT was fun...You wrote such great letters. Though I shouldn't be suprised...
It was a BLAST.
I worked hard on the letters, so I'm glad you liked them.
:)
Doobeedoo. Hi. Bye. :-D
THE ONE, THE ONLY...
polly tobias
WOOT WOOT WOOT.
Ummm.
That was...Interesting...
Back from NY, I take it?
No Laura, I'm just un-posting with my un-computer at un-electricity (practically) Adirondacks. Yes, I am back. Sorry about the sarcasm. :-D How you doin'? My mom is currently on the phone with your mom, talking about massages.
Polly T.
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