The kitchen smells like vanilla (there was a big spill and lots of swearing) and soon will smell like cookies. I am keeping a low profile in order to secretly sneak some cookie dough before I get chased out of the kitchen. Meanwhile in the corner of the same room the three stooges, I mean my three half-brothers, are at it again. I don't know if they are too dumb to know someone else is already sitting there (they seem a little weak on physics) or if they like each other that much. But in this holiday season of being grateful for small blessings, I am glad they aren't hugging me like that! Merry Christmas Eve!
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