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More Sensibility

While still on this whole sensibility thing, I headed to Menard's, and purchased a sunflower shower head. It's truly beautiful and sensible. I've already tested it out with some sudsy raspberry sorbet body wash. It was like taking a shower under a waterfall. 

What's so sensible about purchasing an oversized shower head, you ask? Well, it's sensible to take care of myself and to make myself feel good. And you know I love me some shower. So investing in a beautiful shower head is truly a sensible thing. 

I like this sensibility stuff. 

 In other news: I'm taking Jan to New Hampshire for Thanksgiving. New Hampshire is where my maternal grandparents live, and where I have spent all my Thanksgivings since birth. Jan's excited -- he wants to make meatballs and some dumplings. I'm sure the family is looking forward to munching on something other than the traditional offerings. 

I've already booked the tickets. Besides, I need someone to help me make fun of my cousins. And, honey, Jan can cut a bitch down! And trust me some of these bitches need cutting down, big time.

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