the ratchet strap replacement buckles came today.
apparently, the ups man was quite strapping.
someone's nana helped her make strawberry chocolate tamales over christmas. they're like a mexican black forest. no one wants to put the mississippi st. tamale lady out of business, but she should know that she might have to start running for her money, which is five dollars for two if i remember correctly. and wow, there are walnuts, too.
it's almost january five, but, well, bring it again, portland (the rain starts again tomorrow, but that means, at least, no frosty steps). the glassware is newly cleaned, and our wool smells like the fire. gas bill be damned.
dinner's at eight. wear your best.
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