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It really started last night, when I went to bed well before Grumpy’s estimated home time and had a spark of some sort of inspiration … or some other thing I can’t quite get a grasp on right now … and thought I’d surprise him with a message of love…

And that, my child, would be fact …

Quietly relaxing (pahahahahahahahah) by which I mean I placed my arse on the couch for .376 of a second when Monkey Boy approached, by which I mean “yelled from the other end of the house” and asked the unthinkable. “MU-UUM! Where are your post-it notes?” To which I replied with…