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Feb. 8th, 2005 08:46 amSo I hit trying to drink Butterfinger-flavored hot chocolate, and munching rather more viciously than is necessary on marshmallows... << >> Whaaat? All hot chocolate needs marshmallows! >:)
And Dusky decides she needs some marshmallows. And jumps up onto the desk to try and get them, apparently in the reasoning that if she can smell it, it must be for her. She bolted when I yelled 'No ma'am!' at her though. *cries* Waaah, for I cannot enjoy my marshmallows in peace, I must defend them from vicious feline-type persons! o.o
There is no reason at all for me to find this incident slightly disturbing. Nooo.
I had, of course, resolved to go straight to bed - or try to use the annoying burst of energy I keep seeming to get when I get to home to some actual purpose. << Ha.
And Dusky decides she needs some marshmallows. And jumps up onto the desk to try and get them, apparently in the reasoning that if she can smell it, it must be for her. She bolted when I yelled 'No ma'am!' at her though. *cries* Waaah, for I cannot enjoy my marshmallows in peace, I must defend them from vicious feline-type persons! o.o
There is no reason at all for me to find this incident slightly disturbing. Nooo.
I had, of course, resolved to go straight to bed - or try to use the annoying burst of energy I keep seeming to get when I get to home to some actual purpose. << Ha.
