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| caprycorn |
It's way too early and I have a puppy sitting on my head which is making the typing even more erratic than normal, especially as he keeps trying to ski down my arm onto the keyboard. And SherbetFace is bopping round the front room to "these boots were made for walking". One of the cats is stalking the whippet. And the Dom is snoring loud enough to knock the slates off the roof. In other words its the usual slight strangeness that is your family.
And you want to spend the rest of your days with us? I'm not sure whether to love you or certify you. I think I'll do the first. For now.
Happy birthday my love, my girl. We'll be home tonight bearing doughnuts (a krispy kreme day today, remember?) and our love. No doubt SherbetFace, puppy and whippet will help you open your presents. And you have your stripes to collect too. It's the law, apparently. J's law anyway.
Love you so much
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