I have, more than once on this blog, professed my love for a certain small furball called Astrid.
I mean, honestly, who wouldn't?
However, I would like to point out that as much as it is nice to be wanted by said small furball, trying to scratch your way though my door all night is NOT endearing...
As far back as I can remember, I hated being called Rach. I moved to a new state, got over it, and am now trying to embrace the moniker as the only nickname I've ever had that stuck. I like Doctor Who, vintage Tinkerbell, the colour red, butterflies, hats and coffee. I love so many other things that I'm still trying to sort out exactly what I'm going to do about it. This is both exciting and scary. And so the logical thing to do is blog about it, and hope that maybe 3 people will read it if I'm lucky.
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