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[thejunipertree]

Miss Robin sure is funny after drinking the majority of a (huge) bottle of Pinot Grigot.

Dinner last night was a bit strained. I cooked everything on my own, something which I struggled horribly with. I've been cooking the holiday dinners for the past couple of years now, but my mother has always been there to coach me on the bits I forgot (which is a lot of them). There were a number of things that I never asked her how to definitively make, so I was forced to improvise.

It all came out good enough, I reckon, but something was missing. I covered this up by drinking my way through the entire night.

My father was strangely quiet and subdued the entire evening. My brother, only at turns. It's to be expected.

I spend so much of my time trying to pretend everything is NORMAL, I tend to forget that it's anything but.

Oh, you've got green eyes.
Oh, you've got blue eyes.
Oh, you've got grey eyes.
And I've never seen anyone quite like you before.
I've never met anyone quite like you before.

My office suddenly smells strangely of oranges.

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[sinisher.livejournal.com]

I would be thankful for a Pinot Griged Robin... damn I miss y'all.

ps: I drink my way through most things these days.. oops, don't think yer supposed to say that out loud.

[chicanerys-muse.livejournal.com]

You came up in conversation thursday night as well. All in a good way.

Looks like you are missed too..:)

[rowan-1958.livejournal.com]

A sudden smell of something out of the ordinary (assuming no one in your office was eating oranges) sometimes signifies the presence of things otherworldly. Perhaps your mother was paying a check-up visit. I tend to smell roses when (I think) my father is around. As to what was missing on Thanksgiving, honey that's an easy one and you know what it is...your mom. I'm sure you did a yeoman's job with the dinner and as time goes on, you'll get the hang of it. It was the same for me after my father died. He always cooked the holiday meals and quite frankly, I never paid attention because I never expected him to die at 58. He died in July and my first Thanksgiving was a trial by fire...same with Christmas, but I've gotten it down pat now. I still wish my Dad were here to cook....I miss my Dad....*sigh*. Anyway, I'm glad things went well, albeit a bit subdued.

i got 4 words for you...

[chicanerys-muse.livejournal.com]

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