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77 Godiva Street; Friday Morning [06/17].
Jun. 17th, 2022 07:12 amRosa was on her way downstairs to the office to get some more work done, but while in the process of making her coffee and getting some breakfast, something else happened that was far more interesting.
So there she was, leaning comfortably against the kitchen counter with her coffee, watching her adorable idiot dog getting stymied by a lazy susan in a cabinet. And she was probably going to be there for most of the morning now, too.
This week was seriously starting to seriously make it up there as a contender for the best week ever.
[[ like this could enter my life and I wouldn't want to immediately do something with it. Open! Though with probably flakiness involved ]]
[[ also i know what day it is, shush ]]
So there she was, leaning comfortably against the kitchen counter with her coffee, watching her adorable idiot dog getting stymied by a lazy susan in a cabinet. And she was probably going to be there for most of the morning now, too.
This week was seriously starting to seriously make it up there as a contender for the best week ever.
[[ like this could enter my life and I wouldn't want to immediately do something with it. Open! Though with probably flakiness involved ]]
[[ also i know what day it is, shush ]]
