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It Might Be Spring

Our little cottage on Widder Island smells of fresh baked bread, (I’m thinking of starting an irregular series of posts called ‘Mrs Widds Bakes’! 168 more words

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Oliver Queen is an Emotional Douchebag

I get it, I get that he spent five years in hell and is ‘teh feels’ challenged, covered in scars, and tattoos, and stuff.

I get it, but still, if he gives one more woman the… 422 more words

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Slippers, Wheezing, and Solar Powered Cats

My last post, not counting dead people (the Bon Voyage posts) was about how sick I felt and going back to bed. Unfortunately, that rather fierce gentleman and his even fiercer blowing-things-up-object, failed to eliminate the flu-ets and I got even sicker still. 306 more words

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Pseudoephedrine, How Do I Love Th ...

I love thee to the depth of my itchy ears where I am sorely tempted to stick knitting needles in them to alleviate my torture. 48 more words

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Feeling Snarly

I’m finally getting into my writing rhythm of four hours a day that I promised myself I would aspire to this year. I break it up into 30 minute bite-sized bits by setting a timer to go off every half hour so I can stand up, stretch my arthriticals, ablute, eat, do chores, ( 286 more words

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Mrs Widds Bakes

But before we get to that, here’s some good news. In November I had my 1-year-later cancer scan, and everything was clear.

Yaaaaaaaay!!!

And … HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone … so glad to see we all made it, although it was a close call for some of us. 267 more words

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Show Me What You Mean: Cover Art

You know that feeling when you’re learning a new skill and probably have a grasp of the mechanics but it hasn’t connected to the viscera? 200 more words

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