at the advice of someone I respect (not a dwellar) I've been reading 1,000 gifts or something like that; written by a stay at home mom (on a fucking farm, of course) with six damn children and SHE HOME SCHOOL'S THEM and home-makes all their food and has time to write this book on gratitude even though she saw her little sister killed by a semi.
I hate this fucking bitch. Plus, there's a lot more about washing dishes than I expected.
example: today she's grateful for how the sun makes a rainbow on the soap bubble as she's washing dishes.
Yuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
I'd rather have a book that had gratitude like: Today I'm grateful that I escaped from prison and so far, no drop bears. You know. REAL stuff.
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
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