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[Dec. 6th, 2037|12:18 pm] |
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The front step is where I sit in the sun. It's dirty. Someone should clean it. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2037|12:10 am] |
Snow, we're so glad you're back. I think even the cat is glad, although he never really tells me what he's thinking. Maybe he'll stop dragging bits of cheese onto the back stairs now.
Anyway, it just feels better to have you here. |
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| silly noise |
[Dec. 1st, 2037|02:00 pm] |
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Don't cluck, I'm not a chicken. Chickens are just big girly birds. When is Mom Snow coming back? Where is she? |
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| hey, what are you doing up? |
[Nov. 29th, 2037|05:22 am] |
Not that it isn't nice to talk to you, or whatever you would call this. I miss everyone. Can't wait to talk in person.
The cat will talk to you if you make those clucky noises to him.
Snow |
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| back atcha |
[Nov. 29th, 2037|05:17 am] |
Just you!
The cat isn't speaking to me.
Jackal |
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| postcard from Ko |
[Nov. 29th, 2037|05:14 am] |
Hi all,
Just wanted to check in and say I got here fine. Things are a bit weird, but I'll tell you all about it when I get back. And I'm very confused about what time it is, and what meal I'm supposed to be eating. Scully, you've ruined me for the wine here, nothing is as good as that lovely stuff you have. And no one knows how to make a decent sandwich. But I've been having some lovely meat pie things, have you ever thought about anything like that?
I hope everything is okay there. Someone cuddle the cat for me if you can get him to sit still long enough. Bribe him with cheese and tell him Mom Snow misses him.
Anything I can bring back?
Snow |
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| all clear |
[Nov. 25th, 2037|11:06 am] |
Estar's gone home. Jackal, you've got to see this.
The cat likes those cubes of ham that come vacuum-sealed in plastic bags, can you bring some? And something that will take paint off the floor.
Scully |
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| snow, heads up |
[Nov. 24th, 2037|12:45 pm] |
If anyone sees Snow, could you let her know that Estar is in the house? She's working on a new panel, and she's very...focused. We've all seen this particular attitude before, and it can be a little disconcerting the first time after... Anyway, I'm guessing she'll be at it for a while. Just thought I ought to let someone know.
Razorboy is out looking for Jane.
Scully |
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| soup is just another word for big mess |
[Nov. 22nd, 2037|09:41 am] |
Who said anything about soup and sandwiches? I thought we already talked about this. We have grilled cheese. Anyway, can you picture an unhappy solo with a bowl of hot chicken noodle? You would be taking the tourist to the clinic while I scraped pasta off the ceiling. Let's explore other options (gods, now you've got me talking like you).
I was thinking it would be good to put the coffemaker and the grill machine together on the back counter so that cooking didn't interfere with counter service, that's all.
Scully
PS, we need more cheese, the cat keeps eating it. |
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| Sandwiches? |
[Nov. 21st, 2037|12:53 pm] |
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Sandwiches? Yes. Beef is good, chicken is good, fish is good. No nasty mustard. No stinky onion. No boring old bread. But butter is good. |
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