I have a new roommate. Her name is Chrysta the Cursed.
I am not sure what she is cursed with but I am guessing it is clutter.
When I came back from dinner, I was a bit surprised to find two cats, a spinning wheel, a couple of bags of roving and more yarn than my local yarn store.
While she may be cursed, I do believe I have been blessed. Now, I can learn how to spin.
No Esmie, spinning the bottle is not the same thing.
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Spinning lessons anytime you like, dear roommate. And, um... I wonder, did you see the third cat? The fat black one?
I'll have quite the story to tell you tomorrow about the Car Saga. I will (god willing) be driving a friend's car, since mine is quite quite dead. What I wouldn't give for some Floo powder.
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