Sometimes I want to move to the middle of a forest and bake pies.
Making things. Making things happen. Making it to things that are happening. ...............................................................................................................................................................
2 comments:
you would miss all your friends who would eat your pies. i guess i can come move in next door.
if you did that, and brought the kitties - which you of course would - tosca would start going IN the litterbox, just because he's such a fan of irony.
he would also wed a squirrel. possibly male.
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