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I swear, I can't tell if this whirly pop is blurry or I just can't sharpen it in my head...
As you can probably see for your self by reading the previous post, last night was fun. Weird. Special. I am in no shape or form to write anything normal right now, so I will not even try. I am really trying not to go back to the last post and delete it as it is right now. Why you ask?
This is why:



And for not even a two handful of people.
And because of this also:



There. Picture number three is direct cause and effect proof of what happens after a few hours with picture number two. And all because the day was all cute and nice, like on picture number one. I am hoping the picture number four will happen and remain unseen, and leave me feeling like there isn't a World War III going on in my stomach.
STILL!?!?
It is five in the afternoon picture number two! Have I not paid enough already with the picture number three?!?!?
Nope, I guess not. And that is why you have my permission to print up picture number three. Stick it to the wall, doors or object of your preference, and throw darts at it. Or just shoot me.


All the goodies, baking and other happy times coming after hopefully short recovery.
Freaking Tarantulas.