Making fresh blueberry drizzle from berries hand picked last fall, to go over my extra thick cheese cake with crust made from all those peices of animal crackers and teddy grahms that get crushed at the bottom of the bag and my kids wont eat.
I'm so grateful to be sober, and enjoying this day. I'm so grateful I don't feel today, like those crushed pieces, that no body wants. I still feel a little drizzly and thick headed, but hey - better than dizzy and drunk like I have been many a holiday.
Thanks for being here.
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Thanks for everything. Peace and Love on your journey.
Yummy. And to think I made boring old sex in a pan. That's a layer of toasted almonds and graham crumbs, a layer of philly cream cheese and icing sugar, a layer of butterscotch pudding, a layer of pistachio pudding and a layer of cool whip. Trade you a piece of mine for a piece of yours. Dessert I mean of course.
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Not all my days are priceless, but none of my days are worthless, anymore.