the potential of sleeping in gasoline saturated wonder tonight is too hard to resist. we could all blow up anytime! yay! never fear... we won't blow up. at least i really hope we won't blow up. proper ventalition precautions have been taken, as well as fire department ruses. um, we don't have a wood-burning fireplace. noooo. we just smelled gas coming from the putzbags next door, so we were, um, bbqing outside.
the rotkraut is in preperation, the pies are cooling, and the stuffing has been forgotten. the meal was not done in a 100-mile style. the only thing that came from within 100 miles was the beautiful pumpkin that i handpicked myself as the first date pumpkin. it is now baked an in pie form. everytihng else probably came from either canada or california. so uch for my ethics.
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