Meet The Machines

I made a lot of images this weekend, and it’d be a pain in the rear to dump them all into one post, so I’ll sorta split ’em up by event.

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Strategery

Standing at the counter today to pick up my spicy buffalo chicken wrap, I asked for pickles. As usual. Those who know us know that I eat pickles nearly every day and that M thinks I eat too many pickles while simultaneously bemoaning not purchasing stock in Heifetz Pickles a long, long time ago.

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A brand new bag, baby

For Christmas, me mum gave Coach purses to her girls. Matching, natch, because we’re sisters and it’s been about 25 years since we wore matching outfits when we went to Disney World and so it was high time for some sibling coordination.

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Dandelions

I used to abhor dandelions. Not when I was a kid, mind you, when I thought they were pretty and bright…a beautiful sunny yellow. Only as an adult, when I have to dig them out of my flower beds (there’s no use snapping them off ground-level; they are like worms where you can chop ’em in half and they just grow back. Sometimes overnight. Bastards) and when I watch M battle them all summer long. Our neighbors (the pot-heads, in case you’re wondering) seem to adore them, as their yard is already quite full of them and they are making absolutely no attempt at eradication. Probably too busy smoking pot. Or dandelions.

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