When I was a little girl, every winter my Dad would go down in the basement and mix up some concoction that was green and blue crystals in a paper cupcake thingy. Then he would cover each one with wax. Every year he made dozens of these little "wax cupcakes".
With our fire lit, he would no sooner throw one of these cupcakes in the fire when the flames would be all the colours of the rainbow. It was really neat.
Barkeep: May I please have a warm Grand Marnier? That will soothe my soul. Not a very good week at w-u-r-k. (no, I didn't mess up again....
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Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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