"Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of. but do it in private
and wash your hands afterwards." --Robert Heinlein.

We've moved!

For the next two years (Summer 2014-Summer 2016) I'll be blogging our family's adventures in China at www.chinesemileposts.wordpress.com

Monday, November 30, 2009

Countdown to Christmas

I realize I'm a bit late on this since tomorrow IS December 1st, but does anyone do anything special to countdown to Christmas?

I have a wooden Santa with 25 numbers on him and we take one off each day. I like the idea of the store ones where you open a little window and there is a chocolate inside, except I don't want the chocolate inside. I seem to remember having one of these as a kid but there was no candy, just a cute little picture or something. This (see below), that I just found on Etsy, would be perfect. If only the 1st wasnt' tomorrow.

I never remember until after I've unpacked all of our Christmas books that I should have them all wrapped up and we open a new book every night until Christmas. That way we actually get to enjoy each Christmas book that's been packed away all year instead of hauling out two dozen and piling them on a table.

I, of course, love the fancy wooden door calendars found at Pottery Barn, but don't really want to spend a lot of money (read: any money) on this crazy fantasy I have of finding the perfect advent calendar.

I am loving this one on Etsy, but it's for the pattern and I am not paper crafty. Etsy actually has a lot of great advent calendar patterns, lots involving cookie sheets, muffin tins, paper and magnets. But again, I'm not paper crafty. And my sewing skills aren't up to par for creating this sort of art. I guess I should find a pattern and spend the next year working on it, so next December 1, I'll be ready.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Black Friday

I'm just curious... how many of you went out early this morning (or late Thanksgiving night) shopping for deals?

I don't like shopping in crowds, or trying to find a parking spot when it's so busy, so I usually stay home. But, if I could get dropped off at a mall, or walk to the mall and had someone to go with, I think it would be great fun. I'd love to go with Jed, but who am I going to get to come babysit at 4 AM??

Oh, and I'd also want to be able to find good deals on the stuff my kids actually want me to get them. I don't want to just go and find great deals I can't pass up only to get home and realize I've bought nothing we want or need.

Jed just left to check out Walmart at 9:30 PM out of curiosity, and to rent a Red Box movie. I'm sure it's calmed down since earlier today. And I'm sure Walmart has yet to recover and has toys strewn all over the toy aisles.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Pilgrim Hats

Last night we made these pilgrim hat cookies.

PS had a kindergartner do her face paint at Girl Scouts, so ignore the war paint.

Buddy used A LOT of frosting.

And Baby X just loved munching it down.

Why I Am Not A Dog Person

Yesterday, while out and about running errands with Buddy and Baby X we saw two dogs in stores. The second time, it was a seeing eye dog in training at Target. Totally acceptable. The first time, it was a smallish dog, wearing a hot pink parka/vest in the post office.

At first, when we got in line to buy stamps, 12 people back, the woman two people in front of us was holding the dog. As the dog got grumpier, she let it down. Now, it was on a leash, a retractable leash, but she wasn't giving the dog a limit. It was running all over the post office, sniffing the people sitting on the floor waiting for the passport office to open, scaring Buddy who it ran up to to sniff, and causing Baby X to yell "dog, dog, dog" and point crazily the whole time we were there. The woman seemed to see nothing wrong with having her dog in the post office. Even when she and the dog wandered over to the automated machine (run by a postal employee, another reason I hate this post office) and the employee informed her that dogs weren't allowed in the post office. She basically told him that the dog was her baby and didn't want to be out in the rain. He informed her that he understood, he had two dogs at home that he loved, but dogs aren't allowed in the post office. She still ignored him... like this didn't apply to her and her dog. And it turns out, she wasn't even using the post office. Her husband was up at the counter at this point and she and the dog went to stand by him. It's not like the dog was going to have to wait in the car alone. She could have waited in the car with it while her husband took care of their postal needs.

I realize that not all dog people are this crazy, but a lot are. My dad once lost his dog trainer because she found out he didn't plan on letting his yellow lab into the house, it was going to be a purely outdoor dog and she found that completely unacceptable.

Until I was married, I always had pets (dogs, cats, a hamster, a parakeet, a rabbit, lots of fish). Other than the parakeet, hamster and fish, they were all outdoor pets. Well, the bunny lived part-time indoors in my mom's kindergarten classroom. The cats were allowed in the house when it was really cold outside, but only if they followed the rules. They could go from the garage door, downstairs, to a spot on one couch that had a blanket on it specifically for them. Otherwise, if they didn't want to be outside, there was always the garage. The dogs, were outdoor dogs who had access to a patio, a balcony and a dog house.

None of these pets ever went to a store with us (except one pair of kittens I got in San Diego for my birthday when I was 11 or so and we stopped on the three hour drive home to eat lunch at In N Out or somewhere. Me and the cats (in a box) sat out on the patio while I ate my lunch). So what's with all the crazy people taking their pets to the post office?

Monday, November 23, 2009

Favorite Thanksgiving Books

These first two are my favorite Thanksgiving books from my own childhood that I love to share with the kids each year:

Cranberry Thanksgiving by Harry Devlin

Gobble, Gobble, Gobble by Mary Jackson Ellis

The story of Tom, a sad little turkey who gets pushed out of the way at meal time by all the other turkeys on the farm and then they make fun of him for being so little. So the little girl and boy who live at the farm take care of him until he is big and beautiful. Then, when the dad goes out to chose a Thanksgiving turkey for the family to eat, Tom, saves the other turkeys and the dad gets their turkey from the grocery store.

This is one I never read as a kid, but my kids love it.

The Night Before Thanksgiving by Dav Pilkey**

And I love all the holiday books (and truck books) by Gail Gibbons.
Thanksgiving is... by Gail Gibbons

*I can't find a picture for this book online, and my computer that can interact with my printer is not working.

**You can see from the comments that Jed is anti-Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving. He told me he read the reviews on amazon.com and people either loved it or hated it. The people who hated it said it was teaching kids to be eco-terrorists. I just thought it made for cute pictures when all the kids hid turkeys under their coats and took them home.

Thanksgiving Crafts

The Crafty Crow always has the best holiday crafts... check these out and these. And from years past, how about these?

Princess Sparkley and Buddy just made some simple construction paper turkeys with feathers telling what they are thankful for. Buddy is probably the only person in the world thankful for road construction.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Blah Blah

I don't really have much to say but my laptop's power cord stopped working and until the new one arrives in the mail and (cross your fingers) solves the problem, I will be computer-less some of the time when Jed has our other laptop with him at school. I'll be posting more infrequently these next few days because we're cheapskates, so we didn't request $16 two day shipping on the new AC adapter.

Plus, it's almost Thanksgiving. I keep seeing on Facebook statuses about people going places, or people picking up family at the airport and I didn't understand why everyone was traveling. Then I realized that Thanksgiving is a week from today and it made sense. I guess because we aren't really going anywhere (Jed's Virginia brother-in-law's family has been nice enough to invite us to spend the holiday with them) far away. And Virginia isn't really that cold yet. I keep reading (again, on Facebook) people's comments about it snowing, or how sick of the cold they are. I talked to my sister the other day and told her it wasn't too cold yet, just in the mid-fifties and she about died that I didn't think that was cold. But it's nice. We haven't even broken out our winter coats yet.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Gift Coins

I love Target. Does anyone NOT love Target? And I love these new Gift Coins. Basically, each coin is worth $5... perfect for stocking stuffing, gifts or rewards for little kids. Plus, they are a fun little coin, like pirate treasure. They come in a $25 bag (so 5 coins). I love all of this even before reading about them online and finding out that Target donates $2 from each purchase to St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital.


image from here

I started reading the Georgia Nicolson books by Louise Rennison ten years ago (yikes!) when the first one, Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging, was published. These books are hilariously funny, but when I think about Princess Sparkley reading them in many, many, many years when she's a teenager, I'm not so sure I'd be okay with it.* The books are about Georgia and her group of besties, the Ace Gang. The book is full of British slang, crazy sayings specific to this group of girls, and a lot a lot a lot** of boy craziness. There is no sex. There is talk of the snogging scale, much like saying someone got to first base, or whatever. But none of the girls have sex, or really get much past plain kissing, ear nibbling, etc. There is a lot of talk you'd imagine at a teenage girl slumber party. Talk about breasts, and boys, and how far to go, and wearing thong underwear, etc.

The books are hilarious, did I already say that? I've really enjoyed them over the years, although I am happy they are finally through. Each book is written as Georgia's journal entries and only covers a few weeks worth of time, so in ten books, I'm not sure we've even covered more than a year's worth of Georgia's life. In that time she's been twitterpated with and ended up dating three boys: Robbie the Sex God, Masimo the Lurve God/Italian Stallion, and Dave the Laugh. And waiting a year for each new book to be published when everything basically picks up where one left off and only travels a few weeks forward was very annoying. Those of you who haven't read them, and are interested, have it made. It'll be like you are reading one 2000 page book broken up into ten little books. I should have done that.

And there's a movie... not released in the US yet (with no known date of when that might happen). I ended up watching it on youtube a few weeks ago broken up into ten parts. Pretty funny.

*I love reading young adult books. And there are young adult books that I totally love, that I don't think I'd want my kids to read. Some I think are perfectly fine for adults, but not necessarily teenagers. I guess there are some teen books that would be much more appropriate for OLDER teens and young adults. For instance, the Twilight series. Why are some parents of pre-teens and young teenagers cool with this? One of my nephews passed his mom up in reading the books and got to the last book, where Edward and Bella are married and have some fairly (for young teenage eyes) descriptive sex, before his mom did. He was 12!! Yikes.

**Please, all of you who are not superb spellers, take note. A lot is two words. Two. Sorry, just a little pet peeve of mine.

Big Boy

This is Baby X. When I look at this picture, I assume it is Buddy. Even though I am the one who took this picture. The clothes give it away. I know these are Baby X's clothes. But laying there, watching Elmo (his favorite!!!) on the laptop, he looks like too big a kid to be my baby.

Monday, November 16, 2009


I'm always comparing my kids to other people's kids. Not in an entirely bad sense. I like to think that while sometimes my kids are behaving horribly, I've seen worse. I am more likely to look at the capabilities of other people's kids and blame myself for somehow not raising my kids well enough for them to be able to do whatever it is that these superior kids are doing. Things like pumping their legs while they swing (which PS can now do, and Buddy can sort of do), riding a bike (with or without training wheels, my kids are only subpar), etc. Buddy has always been more into cars and trains than Legos, but still enjoys Legos. Unfortunately, Lego building for him usually consists of him demanding Jed or I help him build whatever crazy creation came with the Lego box pamphlet. Sadly, I am not a very good Lego builder. Lately he's been branching off on his own, building his own creations. He worked on this all day. Adding an extra wheel on the back so it looked like a Jeep, etc. As you can see, he's very proud of his Jeep. Since then he's also built a tiny steam roller. Now he's added Legos to his Christmas list and his eyes got huge when he saw a huge city set of Legos at Target. As soon as he spotted it I said, "That's set costs $100 ($99.99) so it's not a possibility." His response, "You'd have to be a billionaire to buy that!" And then he nicely examined the little boxes higher up. Eyes still huge.

Brush Your Teeth

I brushed Baby X's teeth the other morning and left him upstairs while I went down to do something. When I reached the bottom step I heard the clangor of of the metal lid for our tooth brush holder and assumed Baby X had gone back for his tooth brush, which he loves. When I found him, this is what he looked like. He'd run far away to a corner of the big kids' room and had the entire family's toothbrushes in his mouth, "brushing" his teeth. Ick.

Forgetting Names

My new responsibility at church is as the secretary in the women's organization. Being the secretary, a huge aspect of my responsibilities is to take roll. This is difficult to do when I'm so new to the ward and only know a handful of people's names. Sunday I started working on learning people's names. I asked someone I didn't know to say the opening prayer and then asked them their name. I took note of people's names and faces when they were called on to comment or read aloud. I even introduced myself to a new woman (newer than me) when I was changing Baby X's diaper in the bathroom and she was holding the stall door closed for a little girl. This is my problem. Even when I'm trying to learn people's names, I don't remember them three seconds later. I have to give myself a virtual kick in the shins rerminding me that I actually need to pay attention to their answer after I ask them their name. I met this woman, left the bathroom, got 10 feet down the hallway and had absolutely know idea what her first name was. I knew her last name (but I'd known that even before I introduced myself to her moments earlier), but her first name was completely lost to me. Luckily, being in charge of rolls listing all the women's names. Yea for lists! Now I just need to actually remember them in real life with no need of a list.

Saturday, November 14, 2009


image from here

I took Princess Sparkley to our local Borders this morning for a Fancy Nancy party. While she was listening to a fancy story, making fancy ornaments, eating fancy brownies, and entering a raffle, Buddy, Baby X and I wandered around the store. I'm in the market for a new planner for 2010* so we spent some time in the calendar section. I came across these calendar stickers that were fairly inexpensive and I just loved. You can find them in the calendar section of Borders, online here, or here.

*How crazy is it that's it's almost 2010??? I just realized this last night.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Blog Income

I recently finished the book Julie and Julia by Julie Powell (really good book but lots of swearing, all food leads to sexual allusions and she really has it in for Republicans). For those of you unfamiliar with the plot, Julie starts a blog detailing her attempts to cook her way through Julia Child's famous cookbook in one year. She gets a pretty decent blog following, is written up in newspapers, makes guest appearances on shows, and eventually writes this book which then turned into a movie of the same title. When she gets to the section of the cookbook for lamb, a friend suggests she put up a Paypal money contribution link on her blog so that her readers can help fund the purchasing of lamb she needs in order to complete this section of the cookbook. And it worked. Wouldn't that be awesome of we could all do that, and it would work? Don't you all want me to go on a Caribbean cruise, or buy a new bookshelf, or print a blurb.com book of my family blog?

Observations: Kansas vs. Virginia

Jed made the observation the other day that in Kansas, a rain storm would pound down the same amount of rain in 30 minutes that it take Virginia skies three drizzly days to get out. I'm sort of missing those Kansas rainstorms that flooded us, but then ended. Day after day of drizzle is getting annoying. Virginia, you can make it up to me by being not as cold and icy all winter.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Library Books

I just stacked up all of the library books we have at our house so I can return them this week. We have 42 that I've stacked up. All but one of those is for the kids (or for homeschooling). We're keeping three library books at home (one for me, one for school, one kid book about Washington DC). So, total, we have 45 library books (not counting Jed's) checked out. That I can find. From the library in town.

This doesn't count other libraries we use (we probably have 12 books from the library one town over and 8 dvds. Plus a book and a dvd from a much further away town library). Is this normal? I realize that we aren't spending money on books, so some of you may buy a lot books in a month and that would lessen the amount you checked out from the library. We are a bit more of a book worm family than I think is normal. But, I can't imagine how anyone else escapes a library with three kids in tow and not this many books. (I guess I should take into account that this load of books was picked up on three separate library trips.)

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


While touring our brand new, mall-sized Walmart the other day, we walked up the kitchen appliance section and I heard Princess Sparkley dreamily telling Buddy about how someday she wanted a toaster that you could see through the door. Basically, a toaster oven, but she didn't know the term. I had to laugh as I explained to her that growing up, my family had a toaster oven and I would watch tv shows and movies and commercials with pop up toasters and dream about how someday I would have a pop up toaster, not a boring toaster oven. So I told her, "when I grew up and Daddy and I got married, we got a pop up toaster oven." Her response, "When I grow up, I'm going to have a toaster with a clear door so I can see my toast cook."

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The National Gallery

I took the kids to the National Gallery in Washington DC on Saturday. Thanks to my wonderfully creative sister-in-law who reminded me that this book existed and loaned me her copy, we had a pretty fun time.

The book, (from the same illustrator as the Fancy Nancy books), tells a story with only pictures, no words. There's a fun map in front of the balloon's route around DC. The back of the book lists all of the real artwork with credits, as well as telling you about famous Americans that are drawn into many of the scenes. The basic premise of the story is a grandma (or possibly older mom) taking her two grandkids (or possibly children) to the National Gallery, but the girl has a balloon, and you can't take a balloon into the National Gallery. They end up tying the balloon to a photographers George Washington cardboard cut-out outside and they enter the museum.

While they are seeing the famous artwork, the balloon has become free and is having an adventure of its own around famous DC landmarks. The artwork depicted in the book is real artwork owned by the National Gallery (it's not always all on display, we saw artwork that my sister-in-law had marked as not on display, and she saw paintings that weren't on display when we visited). Along with the real artwork are drawings of the balloons crazy adventures that are very similar to the artwork the grandkids are seeing in the gallery. For instance:

My kids were wimpy about reenacting the exact pose.
And my camera took a terrible picture with the lighting in here.

The National Gallery is HUGE! There were a lot of sections that we hurried through. But there were also sections that my kids really enjoyed. Baby X loved the displays of horse armor and kept blowing raspberries (his horse noise). He also liked any paintings involving dogs or babies. Thank goodness for the periods of art history where women were depicted with their babies, or when drawing the Madonna with baby was hugely popular.

When we first entered the museum, I asked the woman at the information desk for anything they had special for kids. She handed me a glossy sheet of paper with about 20 one inch square pictures of artwork in the museum that kids tend to like (a statue of a girl ballerina, a painting of a fluffy white dog, a portrait of George Washington, etc.) to use as a sort of I Spy game. This, mixed with the book and the artwork from it we were trying to find, really helped keep the kids interested. Someone also suggested going to the gift shop first and letting each kid pick out a postcard of a piece of artwork (75 cents) and then they try to find it while you tour the museum. I didn't happen upon the gift shop until the end, so I let them each pick a postcard of their favorite artwork. Princess Sparkley picked a postcard of the girl ballerina statue. Buddy picked a postcard of Washington DC on the fourth of July with fireworks (not exactly the artwork postcard I was going for) and I chose Wayne Thiebaud's famous "Cakes" painting.*

I'm not going to lie to you and say it was all wonderful and the kids were great art enthusiasts. Taking a 7 year old, a 5 1/2 year old, and especially a 21 month old to an art gallery by myself was not easy. About halfway through the main floor Baby X was losing it. We took a break, went out on the front steps and ate snacks for about 20 minutes. We were yelled at by five museum guards:
1. Buddy pushing Baby X in the stroller sort of wildly in an exhibit room while I tried to help PS take a picture of a painting she wanted to photograph.
2. In the modern art part of the museum Buddy was trying to get really close to a painting (because modern art is excitingly crazy) and a guard had to tell us to stay 12 inches back... he was actually really nice about it.
3. Buddy absentmindedly running his hand along a table in the middle of an exhibit room. Apparently this table was on exhibit... it was just the first art of that type we'd come across.
4. Buddy absentmindedly running his hand along a large, weird statue in a foyer/stairway area that was also, apparently artwork. This guard was nice and friendly about it as well.
5. In the modern art building there are trees with little circle benches around them in the foyer. Buddy was walking around speedily on one of these little walls... no where near any artwork, but the guard didn't want him to fall.

Buddy and Princess Sparkley on the steps of the National Gallery
Princess Sparkley is in light blue, just left of center.

Baby X (freed from his stroller), PS and Buddy on the steps of the National Gallery

Between the National Gallery and the East building that houses the modern art museum, is this courtyard with glass pyramids. The pyramids, it turns out, are skylights that look down into the cafe. We then went down to the concourse between the two museums and saw the pyramids as skylights. Riding the flat escalator walkway between the two museums, underground, may have been the highlight of the trip for Buddy.

In the modern art museum.

*I'm planning a complete kitchen design around his cake paintings now.

Taken Over

Our dvd player has been on its way out for several months now... I think it's finally gone. This is bad news for a family with a nearly two year old who is currently obsessed with Elmo. He even knows how to open all our dvd players (the ones in the laptops as well as the regular one), insert a dvd and close it. He's even put an Elmo dvd in our old desktop computer's cdrom drive (which doesn't play dvds) and wondered why Elmo wasn't showing up on the screen. Yesterday I had two laptops home so I could use one and use the other for movies. Today I only have one. And Baby X is currently sitting on my lap pointing at the computer screen saying "Elmo, Elmo, Elmo" since he put the dvd in and still nothing has happened. So, until I can comandeer my computer back from a toddler, you won't be hearing from me.

Monday, November 09, 2009

The Domino Effect of Early Holidays

I complain about this every year, but especially now that my kids are older, they pay attention and notice the Christmas sections of every store and start bugging me about decorating, planning and shopping for Christmas. I'm all for early Christmas shopping, but I'm not putting up decorations or a tree until after Thanksgiving. You can't just SKIP a holiday, people. We did sing Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer in the car the other day, but that was only because Princess Sparkley was butchering it without my help. Otherwise, I stick to my dad's rule growing up... no Christmas music until after Thanksgiving. I can't get too mad at the stores this year though. Even though Target had a Christmas aisle up NEXT TO their Halloween aisle, I figure with the economy the way it is, the stores need to get a jump start on their biggest selling season of the year. But all of this Christmas craziness has Princess Sparkley planning Baby X's 2nd birthday (January 26th). Planning it in the sense that she's gathering all the Elmo books that we have, drawing decorations, and wants me to make these Bakerella cookie pops for his "party." She has even asked if he'll be able to invite friends or if it is just a family party. Thanksgiving is still (in my mind) a month away. Christmas is two months away. Which means that Baby X's birthday is three months away. This is craziness.

Thursday, November 05, 2009


I don't typically buy sliced deli meat from the deli. There are usually three kids hanging off my cart while I grocery shop, so waiting at the deli counter is just added time that I'm grumpily doing my shopping. I just grab a plastic container of ham and turkey and call it good.

On a recent trip to the grocery store (alone) I decided to take advantage of the deli counter and their sale prices on ham and turkey . After I placed my order, the woman asked how I wanted my meats sliced. Ummmm.... I had to ask her what my options were. Duh. Thin, thick, etc. I assume because I'd just made a random guess at how I wanted my deli meat sliced, she sliced a piece and showed it to me to see if I was okay with the thickness of it. Then she handed me that piece to eat. I had to refuse it. She'd cut the turkey first. And I dislike turkey. So, there began the first time this holiday season I have to shock someone with my distaste for turkey. Luckily, she took it in stride and kept cutting my meat. Maybe it's a good omen for the rest of the holidays and no one will be so utterly shocked this year when they find out I don't eat turkey. Not even at Thanksgiving. Not even when it's cooked in whatever wonderful way they chose to prepare their turkey. I just don't like it. I'm sorry.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009


I was always amused when eating out with Jed when we were first dating and first married because he always ordered soup with his meal, rather than salad. This was so foreign to me. Everyone else I had ever eaten out with always ordered salad, like me. Not Jed. It's not that I'm not a soup person, I love soup. I guess I just think of soup as a meal with salad and bread, not an appetizer before a big meal.

Now that the temperature is dropping and the leaves have changed color, I can start pulling out all my favorite soup recipes. And after finishing Julie Powell's Julie and Julia, where she starts out making Julia Child's Potage Parmentier, which to me means, fancy potato soup, I'm definitely craving a creamy potato soup. Except for one problem, my kids don't like soup. What can I do to make them like soup?

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Getting a Maid

image from here

That title tricked you, didn't it? I'm not getting a maid... I'm thinking about what I'd make her do if I were to get a maid. Here's my list:

Wash sheets and make beds.
Clean toilets.
Clean showers and tubs.
Wash windows.
Clean stove/oven.
Clean kitchen sink.
Clean all, non-carpeted floors.*

*In The Time Traveler's Wife, after they got married they discussed how they'd split up their household responsibilities. The discussion ended with neither one of them enjoying vacuuming, so they hired a maid to do that. I don't mind vacuuming... although I don't leave a room with perfect stripes across the floor like my mom always tried to get me to do when I was vacuuming for her growing up.

Monday, November 02, 2009

Dinner Menu

I wish there was a website I could go to that listed out my menu and shopping list every week.  I know, I know... this probably exists somewhere.  But it can't guarantee that the recipe is easy, that my whole family will both eat it and like it, and it won't take into account what ingredients I already have in my cupboards/fridge.  Nor will it do the shopping for me.  Or the touching of raw chicken, if that is involved.  I'm asking too much, I know.  But sometimes, I just want all the work done for me. 

Too Much Candy

I'm probably the last person you expected to talk about too much candy because, really, unless it's all cherry flavored or involves coconut, there can never be too much candy.  But when you get to the bottom of the plastic pumpkins and there isn't any "good" candy left to eat, here are some fun experiments you can do with those Halloween leftovers.  And perhaps your kids won't cry about it like they would about say, your threats to throw it all in the trash.

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