Walked half of the island this morning, and exhaustion finally caught up with us this afternoon.
There should be a new word for 'extreme chilled'.
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3 comments:
So, it looks like you girls are roughing it... Glad to see the sun is out and the booze is chilled! Yay!
Get that cat outta here...
All is SO well. The humungous cat draped himself over me for about an hour. Having finished off my cake, he aimed for my beer. We parted company; everybody has their limits :)
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