Low is low. But then you wait for the break in the fighting and take a deep breath.
Last night was dim lights, bright smiles, big plates of pasta, and lots of friends. I slept to the sound of click-clack, pitter-pat rain on my window box. And today was a day for warm kitchens and big candles... And pumpkin bread.
Tonight, Disneyland.
And I miss Momma.
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yum. I wish i still lived in LA for the sole purpose of coming over and eating some of that bread. wonderful.
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