What did you do about the trash bins?!!!!
Am wondering, still.
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Don’t blame me, folks. Blame the ones who sent the non blending trash bins.
Asking for a friend,
Cassandra
Slap your link somewhere so folk can find you. Am telling you, peeps, if you have not peeped her blog you missing out. There are other must reads but I have NO idea how to link them or send them or invite them or whatever the world the etiquette is.🤷♀️
P.S. Don’t tell on me, Britta, when I admit that the other day I actually reached for the phone to call mom. I haven’t done that in a while. Made me catch my breath, it did. Am holding it, still. Scared to acknowledge me acknowledging needing a mom I shall never see. Never has gotten awfully long again. Most days, me and never have our truce. We never acknowledge one another. And, when we do we both pretend never will be someday and keep it moving.
Yea, don’t tell on a sista. Let us eat bacon and hang with Jean Luc a spell…
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
That reminder to stop trying to prove ourselves and just set down the weight of guilt is so deeply comforting.…
I really enjoyed this, so true and made me smile.
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- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
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Why Can't I Be Loud?! 
So, first things first: I guess my bins are still arranged in an aesthetically displeasing manner. But how on earth do you sort out four bins, when they come in black, brown, blue with blue lid and blue with green lid. I mean, hey? Seriously? Who’s in charge of bin colouring? Not me, that’s for sure. The next thing… I speak to my mum all the time. Feels good so can’t be wrong. That’s how I see it. We used to chat on the phone for hours. And hours. And hours. Whenever we met, we would just sit and chat. And chat. And chat. Oh, and yes, there was always coffee. And cake. I miss those easy conversations. Putting the world right over a nice slice of black forest gateau… Hmmmmm. Also: feeling slightly under pressure now regarding blog. Help! I’m just putting my wee musings out there every day, into the ether.
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lol…no pressure….pressure ONLY applied for emergency measures such as proper bin arranging, etc. Actually, pondering the bins helped me miss mom a little bit less. I asked her how to arrange and she didn’t know either…*shrug*…the cake sounds scrumptious. Okay, assignment complete. I think it is a hoot one can yak with another, from around the world, literally, about bins and lichens and what we all likin. WordPress is the bomb.com. 🙂
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Totally agree – it’s great to chat with folk from all over the world. Turns out, there are kindred spirits in all corners. Definitely the greatest benefit of joining the bloggosphere.
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