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Preserving To Prove A Point

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Preface: Jeremy is the most supportive husband ever, and encourages me like no one else. BUT last weekend as I was chuntering on about how I could make marmalade from the grapefruit we were picking, he rolled his eyes and said I never would. So incensed was I by his dismissive attitude toward my cottage-crafty skills, I muttered “I will make some motherf*cking marmalade if it’s the last thing I do“. The fact that his doubting was probably grounded in years of throwing out rotting bags of food that “I meant to do something with” was glossed over as I indulged in a brief fantasy about nailing an artisan marmalade recipe that would make us millions. So today (and yesterday, because I’ve discovered marmalading is a two-day process) I Preserved To Prove A Point.  #ActuallyOnlyNeededFourGrapefruits #InYourFaceAndOnYourToast P.S. Today I went for a 17km run then came home and marmaladed. WHO AM I ANYMORE?

Makeup

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My bottle of makeup sadly retired itself this morning when no more two year old dregs could be coaxed out. My uneven skin tone and dark circles shouted at me to “just pop in” to Smashbox to try on some foundation with both girls in tow. During our excursion Tilly learned how to escape from her buggy, and Amy had some lip gloss professionally applied in a group effort to keep her quiet. I scuttled out with half an orange face, a four year old shouting “she’s so pretty! Hey! SHE could come and live with you and Daddy in your room!”, and no new makeup.

Alternate Disney Endings

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Amy is playing some sort of imaginary complicated Little Mermaid game. She just told me “I’m going to ask the Sea Witch to give Ariel’s voice back. If she doesn’t, I will cut her. Then I’m gonna marry Ariel. You can come to the wedding. We’re having a baby – Ariel thinks it might be twins.”