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Dec. 7th, 2009 02:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
MORE IMPORTANTLY:
I saw mommy
kissing Santa Claus
I'm not sure what's going on but today when I checked my e-mail I had six v-gifts. I think I missed a meme or something but whatever it was THANK YOU. I love you guys, too. In fact, if you sent me a snowflake and would like to leave me a character/pairing and a prompt I would like to write you each a drabble.
Randomly: Dear to f-list: Thank you for being on the internet. ♥
Now, back to cookie making for the kids' school concert bake-sale. (Note to self: Never again try to make snowflake cut-outs with the almond cookies This will always end in tears.)
kissing Santa Claus
I'm not sure what's going on but today when I checked my e-mail I had six v-gifts. I think I missed a meme or something but whatever it was THANK YOU. I love you guys, too. In fact, if you sent me a snowflake and would like to leave me a character/pairing and a prompt I would like to write you each a drabble.
Randomly: Dear to f-list: Thank you for being on the internet. ♥
Now, back to cookie making for the kids' school concert bake-sale. (Note to self: Never again try to make snowflake cut-outs with the almond cookies This will always end in tears.)
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Date: 2009-12-07 09:15 pm (UTC):D :D :D :D :D
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Date: 2009-12-08 02:49 am (UTC)Do you want a drabble?
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Date: 2009-12-08 02:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-12 02:49 am (UTC)Her soul, soul.
"Mom, singing our debut song again," says her son, putting his chin in his hands. He swings his feet like a little boy, over and under the rungs of his chair. Her darling boy, her baby.
She smiles down at the dough. "I'm making Ninomiya-kun something special," she tells her son. "He's having a rough time of things and you know how he takes to mothering from his own mother. He's like a dear little porcupine."
"Nino is strange like that," her son agrees with a hum.
"Hand me that cookie cutter," she instructs, reaching for the flour. She has cookies to make for her strange, prickly other-son.