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12/22/2004 06:32:38 AM We're having a potluck dinner at work today and I made a pulled chicken prima vera. I hope it reheats well and all. I had this dream last night that our outside cats were busting into the house. There are two cats who lurk around our yard that we feed almost daily, there used to be more, but one of them got pregnant and became very territorial, needless to say the number dropped significantly. That made me sad because I miss some of those guys, but seeing as this is probably prime real estate, I understand why she is so posessive over it. But in my dream they were all there, Grey Softie, Sneakers, Tennesee Tuxedo, Chub, Fluffy, Smudge and some new guys I had never seen before, shoving on the door trying to squeeze their way in. My two cats on the other hand were trying to squeeze and worm their way out, and I was fighting determined cats to keep the status quo. At some point a cockatiel got involved in the ambush, the door gave out and creatures started spilling in... it was chaos. I don't think I'll be eating my breakfast... the creme cheese on these bagels tastes beyond funky.
On another note 7 years and I still adore my husband. He is such a sweet little thing. I can't wait to give him his gift, because it is (I think and Hope?) so out there and thoughtful and just for him in every way...
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