I just stood on my porch in a wet bathing suit trying to get back into the house. It's 8 degrees out. Us swim ladies are determined to get our aqua- hydropsychotherapy no matter what.
I came in the house and heard a chirp. It wasn't a bird, it was smoke alarm. I grabbed a chair and dismantled the closest one. Good. I heated up my coffee and sat down to read. Then CHIRP!
I must've taken down the wrong one. This requires chocolate! I ate a square of dark chocolate and a peanut butter Christmas cookie from my husband's student for breakfast.
Yes, I am slow. We are just getting to the holiday cookies now.
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