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Dear Fleur.
One of my chickens almost got eaten yesterday. It is missing half of its tail. That was very traumatizing. Fortunately, I have to make lots of plans today for breakfast and things tomorrow and that has been keeping my mind off of it.
Also, there is way too much scavenger hunt stuff all over my bed.

Nat and La come tomorrow.

I have to find my copy of "Gone With the Wind" and way too many scone and other recipes. But I am way too obsessed with "The Princess Bride" to do that right now. It's becoming a habit for me.
Run. Eat. Read The Princess Bride. Clean. Feed chickens. Read The Princess Bride. Eat. Teach. Do dishes. Read The Princess Bride. Bake. Read The Princess Bride. Wrap presents. Read The Princess Bride. Make dinner. Core. Brush teeth while reading The Princess Bride. Pretend to sleep. Read The Princess Bride.
I don't think it's healthy anymore. You'd think I'd have finished it by now. But I've been taking it in such small portions I don't know if I'll ever be done. There's just so much I love about it.

Here's a conflict that has nothing to do with "The Princess Bride."
Mandy and I both want to name a daughter June. Major fail. It's like a race to have a baby and we don't even have lovers.

I think I'm going to make lists and drink tea and of course read The Princess Bride now. Also probably work on that scavenger hunt.
Love, Bells.