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There is a graveyard of broken Hallmark ornaments lying all over the room. It's getting rather disturbing. Everywhere I look there are broken Mickey Mouse legs, torn off fairy wings, ears, feet, and assorted other body parts and such. It's terrible. I thought I'd be safe putting the plastic ornaments on the bottom of the tree. Yesterday I tried to get them to make paper ornaments. We managed to get three done. They are all but destroyed. I live with tornados. And Rhiannon has a vile evil streak. She had some snowmen to color. She went immediately to the black marker and blotted their snowy faces out. Should I be scared?
I'm starting to feel domestic again. Yesterday I made giant chewy chocolate chip cookies. Today for lunch I am fixing spicy stir fried tofu with coconut rice. I think perhaps I'll make gingersnaps tonight. Last night I was watching Martha Stewart's show on FoodTV and she was making these thin little spice cookies and prattling on about how you could stamp 300 and something from one batch and showing how the fit nicely into little metal tins which had been lined with neatly cut out corrugated cardboard and tied up with pretty little ribbons. The woman is fucking insane. Who on earth has time to make hundreds of tiny thin cookies, bundle them into tins, and tie them up with pretty little ribbons? It's crazy I tell you! I read somewhere that she is dating Anthony Hopkins. While this may or may not be true, I think it makes a hell of a lot of sense. Who better to date Martha Stewart than Hannibal Lecter?

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