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Well, that was a good day. Need more like that. Even the slightly weird part at lunch when Kitty and I ended up trading basically identical bouquets and boxes of chocolate, because she's subverting her gender role, I'm hopelessly entrenched in mine, and mostly because we both like flowers and chocolate.

I'd say we have more than we know what to do with but a. not possible, and b. even if it were, I would've raised the bar a lot higher than this making fudge for Alison that time.

Oh, Kitty, that reminds me--Alison says, now that you've both seen all my mom's collected blackmail material, she wants to get together and chat, and since I'm apparently a masochist who enjoys death by humiliation, I'm passing on the message.

I have no dignity, and I don't seem to mind very much. Yeah, it was a good day.