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Monday, January 24, 2011

eight.

We've been forced to completely obscure our snowbird feathers under layers of sweatshirts in an effort to ward off the chill.  A family of matryoska dolls.  It's in the low forties.  Too cold to swim, or even be outside, really.  Still, we're not home, so the adventure continues.  So happy I made packing our fleece blankets (all of them) a priority, since wrapping up in them and watching HGTV is so totally on my horizon tonight. 
Drove to Captiva Island for an insanely expensive dinner with bread that I'd pet a snake for.  Seriously.  Realized in the middle of the night that we left our stroller there.  Am going back for more bread.  Might pick up the stroller if I think of it.

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