hello. i went to ikea today. i went to ikea and bought some lamps. a pretty little bedside lamp and a pretty (non-varicose vein like) hanging lamp for the living room. pretty is the operative word here. i also searched the isles of overweightea for non-sugar sweets and now, i'm afraid i've eaten most of them. there was the panda licorice stick (satisfyingly thick and wide) and the chocolate bar sweetened with sugar cane (too delicious to be good for me) and a raspberry panda stick, (not as good as the licorice). i have one chocolate almond bar sweetened with that m word that i forget left. speaking of the sugar ban, i had sugar yesterday. on purpose. i decided to have a piece of cake and see how i felt. so i did. and i got that yucky sugar in the stomach feeling and some heartburn. so i'm going back to a sugarless lifestyle, but i might have sugar once in a while for dessert at a restaurant or somethingsomething, or ice cream when the need arises.
the twin weekend has come and gone and now i'm a siblingless single again. it was nice to have them over. it was nice sandwiching bethanybean in a bed for three. and i don't even mind that the inevitable happened, and brownine chocolate smeared lightly on my new duvet cover despite my hyper vigilence behaviors of checking hands and nails of potential twin culpretes. i realize that stopping that, would have been like stopping waves. it was nice eating and sharing at the little tomato cafe with the wild greens, yummy quiche and juicy orange slices. i liked it when the timpanist was standing in front of us during intermission and i pointed him out to bean and pea who were sitting in the row in front of steve and i which just so happened to be the front row. "touch him." i whispered. without hesitation amay reached out and touched the tail of his tuxedo lightly with her index finger. alarmed, steve leaned forward and said "ok, please don't touch the musicians." this made it more delightful. i liked singing with fub surround at conference and the general good time of being with my sisters. to sit like we used to at church with my arm around a shoulder, with the option of sudden annoying opportunities, like folding paper scraps into bethany's skirt again and again. i liked giving the ol' face massage and also refusing it the next night, replacing it with a rowdy rub instead. i read steve and them some of my old old poetry from grade 6. after reading the second poem which featured 'the big hand of pappy.' i knew i couldn't continue, mostly because i was so limp and weak with laughter and crying. so i read them a few of my stories from grade 5. one about miniature laura and another about minnie and her great love of her horse, which first sickened her and then healed her miraculously. bethany made me splenda brownies. and introduced me to the diabetic's chocolate bar. hello.
last night i read the letters i got from mom and martha and amay and sarah while i was in japan. i've been thinking about how much i love the fam lately. miss you all.
the twin weekend has come and gone and now i'm a siblingless single again. it was nice to have them over. it was nice sandwiching bethanybean in a bed for three. and i don't even mind that the inevitable happened, and brownine chocolate smeared lightly on my new duvet cover despite my hyper vigilence behaviors of checking hands and nails of potential twin culpretes. i realize that stopping that, would have been like stopping waves. it was nice eating and sharing at the little tomato cafe with the wild greens, yummy quiche and juicy orange slices. i liked it when the timpanist was standing in front of us during intermission and i pointed him out to bean and pea who were sitting in the row in front of steve and i which just so happened to be the front row. "touch him." i whispered. without hesitation amay reached out and touched the tail of his tuxedo lightly with her index finger. alarmed, steve leaned forward and said "ok, please don't touch the musicians." this made it more delightful. i liked singing with fub surround at conference and the general good time of being with my sisters. to sit like we used to at church with my arm around a shoulder, with the option of sudden annoying opportunities, like folding paper scraps into bethany's skirt again and again. i liked giving the ol' face massage and also refusing it the next night, replacing it with a rowdy rub instead. i read steve and them some of my old old poetry from grade 6. after reading the second poem which featured 'the big hand of pappy.' i knew i couldn't continue, mostly because i was so limp and weak with laughter and crying. so i read them a few of my stories from grade 5. one about miniature laura and another about minnie and her great love of her horse, which first sickened her and then healed her miraculously. bethany made me splenda brownies. and introduced me to the diabetic's chocolate bar. hello.
last night i read the letters i got from mom and martha and amay and sarah while i was in japan. i've been thinking about how much i love the fam lately. miss you all.
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