i read some Dickens this morning to Franny and Miss Tandy.
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“Nicholas coloured again, and, sitting down beside his sister on a little couch near the window, said: ‘No Kate, no, I do not. I might strive to disguise my real feelings from anybody but you; but I will tell you that–briefly and plainly, Kate–that I love her.’ Kate’s eyes brightened….”
-Nicholas Nickleby, by Charles Dickens
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i adored it for the one hundreth (.100th.100th.100th.100th.) time.
my Lala is spending the weekend. she brought me lovely gifts. as did Mr.Sam and Mr.Ball. (thank you all).
a tea-set from Mr.Sam
~a bouquet from my Lala
*some cds from Mr.Ball*
Dan in Real Life books from Mr.Sam
i thougth i’d share a photo of Miss Kirstie Rae’s present too. i love it so much.
so darling....indeed.
{{{{{i also got a new little black dress.}}}}} and a dozen other sweet little things….including egg cups.
i love my birthday. really. i am completely serious. love it.
(having my Lala home is probably the best present).
there are marbles all over the floor in this room. odd. but amazing in a way. mostly odd though. i think marbles are very dear little things. sort of like flowers. or birthday candles. *wink.*
-Bella
