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On the weekend I bought a giant bar of Lindt milk chocolate with raisins,
almonds, and hazelnuts.

It is possible that this was a mistake.* But they didn't have any dark
chocolate...

*Um. Reading this over, that sounds a tad ambiguous. It's not a possible
mistake because it's bad, but because I've already eaten half of it. Um.

House update: Wednesday

Long one today. ( Read more... )

This is all very wonderful and I love that it's been sorted. Somehow I
feel about 6, however, and like Jen and I SHOULD be doing all this for
ourselves. And then I remember the uncomfortable family dynamics involved
if we try to do too much dictating to our respective parents or, worse
still, to our respective aunts and uncles, not to mention the general
disconnect between our stress levels at any given time and the resulting
difficulty of having a serious discussion about how to handle the rest of
the project, especially when Jen handles most of the money side of things.
And then I feel like a miserable ungrateful creature who doesn't deserve
such an awesome and generous and thoughtful family. I should probably get
over it, eh?