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That’s an easy one. My Dream Chocolate Bar is as light as a Milky Way that swims in milk. Of course, you only know that if you are my age because we can’t remember what we ate or wore yesterday, but we remember old lyrics and old commercials (not so sure if this is helpful).
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May the English, the British, the Americans, the Australians and Canadians, and all other native English speakers please forgive me, but you all LOVE too much.
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Last night, I ate a chocolate-covered pomegranate and I couldn’t help but think about the man who showed me how to enjoy life’s sweet treats, so many years ago. This prompt is perfect to finally pay homage to a man who has been so dear to me.
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EVERYTHING, even the dumbest of the dumb decisions I made (and there were many) helped me grow because there is no such thing as failure when you continue trying.
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Just a low dose, but still, it’s a chemo drug and I have mixed feelings.
It gave me my life back but took small pieces of my freedom as well.
Homemade Christmas gifts. How much we appreciate and cherish them, yet we seldom take the time to make them ourselves. Perhaps this could be the year when many of us will remember the wonderful tradition, and we will spend time making presents instead of buying them?
When I battled COVID for the second time at the beginning of this year, it threw my health up in the air and now, two months later, I am officially a bit out of whack -a tad wonky, out of balance, off-centered, and not too happy about it. The last two months have been more painful than usual.
We did it all, and we didn’t do too bad for a couple that doesn’t think too highly about Valentine’s Day to begin with. Just like so many, we are fully aware that chocolates or flowers are no assurance for everlasting love, still, we celebrated it like everybody else, perhaps sometimes a bit differently.
We are supposed to be back to normal, but I don’t feel normal. Do I ever?
I sleep like a rock, wake up tired and feel congested, but other than that it seems we are ready to move on. I haven’t dressed in two weeks. I mean, yes, I have covered my body with clothes, but pretty much jumped from one pajama to the next. “Leopard is the new black” is my favorite one, it’s so cozy and soft, I want to be buried in it if I would want to be buried to begin with.
“That’s not fair, he got the bigger piece,” she looked at me and she was almost crying. It was true, he had the bigger piece and once again I became the referee in a sibling’s rivalry.
It’s always the same when these two come to visit me. Spider and her brother love each other dearly, but they can fight like cats and dogs over small stuff. They are neighbor kids and they love to stop by my workshop.