and yet again I am sitting here. This time however I am enjoying my first cup of coffee while the rest of the house are all snug in their beds. Dreaming of whatever they are dreaming of. This is my favourite time of the day, when I am the only one up and the house is all quiet except for the tapping of keys and slurping of coffee. j/k I don't slurp. The only thing missing is the invisible maid to bring me a refill. How I wish I had been born into a life of leisure. Carol Hilton that sounds like a nice name. How about Carol Gates, I like the sound of that one even better, except why my Bill chooses to live in cold and wet all year Seattle is beyond me. I would be off buying my own island somewhere warm with natives fanning me with palms and popping tropical fruit pieces in my mouth. Ahhh too dream the impossible dream....everyone sing now....But not on Idol unless you really have talent or like being abused....
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