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of all the michelle mccanns in the world, i’m the michelle mccanniest. | nova scotia, canada | she/her
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thoughts and prayers heading your way. :P
what does moxie think of her little brother?
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i'm of the stringy hair type of human ... i have a bit of wave, but i don't really frizz ... i just look like i've dipped my bangs in oil the second i leave the house.
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same. i actually thought to myself earlier this week that maybe i didn't need the fan in my bedroom because i really just had it on for roxy ... the fan is now in my bedroom.
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i feel that! it'll be ponytails and bobbypins for the next couple of months for me!
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i hate sweating as soon as you get out of the shower to boot. like, i won't touch my hairdryer again until fall because it'll make me sweaty while drying my hair and that seems counterintuitive.
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i was in a store the other day ... maybe winners ... that had a display of handheld fans and i thought "maybe i should get one" ... because with my luck, the hot flashes will arrive during 37c humidex.
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it hurts my heart that someone neglected him so much that he's that skinny ... but he'll be on the road to being a healthy boy in no time!
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they keep showing me the ad ... i think it's my punishment for some sort of wrong i've committed.
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i don't get frizzy, i get stringy ... i basically look like a drowned rat for the entire summer.
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i know!!!!!! i love him.
also, simon is the best foster brother ever.
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i’m never emotionally prepared for it … boom … everything is sticky and the air is made of soup.
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a lot of the plants i have are "deer proof" ... they came from my neighbour's yard and she didn't have a fence, and they left them be for the most part over there. so far the plants in my front yard haven't been nibbled on, but it wouldn't shock me if they decided to try a taste.
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this is a very truro post. ;)
i'll have to see if i can get a look when they're walking around. for now, they're still chilling back there.
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oh, no ... i hope that's not a lesson he'll have to learn the hard way!
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it doesn't take much for them to get mad when their theories are full of shit.
and now with the interviews with the grandmother and the step dad over the past couple of days, they'll be analyzing every word.
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they're still out there ... just hanging out. they're last year's babies, i think, so their mamas are probably busy with their new little ones.
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i haven't! it's two girls and a boy ... so claire and allison, for sure ... the boy is just getting his antler nubs, and is pretty derpy, so he's probably brian. :)
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it' possible! the only edible is rhubarb, but lots of tasty plants!
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i made the mistake of reading posts in one of the groups that popped up around jack and lilly.
so many talented detectives are living among us. 🙄
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it’s kind of funny because in truro there are only so many auditors … ours had 4 board meetings to present at today and she’ll be on the agm tour for a few weeks.
she’s a lovely human, but all i hear is wahwahwahwah as soon as the numbers start.
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oh, brandon … i’m just catching up and what the hell!? i’m so sorry this has happened.
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i bought some pretty pink polish yesterday for this purpose … i need to de-hobbit my feet.
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basically, yup.
i know it’s important … but i just leave my head as soon as the auditor starts talking.
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the last time i had this done was 2020 and i took roxy to work at a client's office for the day because i wasn't going to be home (i was getting their online store up and running) and i was worried she's freak out.
and i can now confidently say that she would have freaked the fuck out.
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ha! more like procrastinating on anything that requires extended attention and jumping at the sound of every truck passing by because i'm waiting for someone to disrupt my day.
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oh, my goodness. this has me tearing up. how heartbreakingly wonderful to know how much your mom was treasured by those who knew her. 💛
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the only place i've had a pedicure (wink) is not wheelchair accessible ... they do have a chair lift, but i think it would be a lot of bother when you could go somewhere else easier to get into.
i feel like glow spa or intrinsic would be, though?
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my whole body just tensed up reading that!
i don't even like being awake at the dentist!
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i don't look that good when i've been awake for 4 hours and actually made an effort to not look like a feral creature! ;)
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which makes sense, though ... and good to make sure everything is healing and you're doing well before you go home. the good vibes continue to flow in your direction!
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low pain is good! guessing it means you can get home quicker?
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how are you feeling, relatively speaking?
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it’s so true! he’s just coming to clean the gutters and wash the siding … why do i have butterflies in my stomach!?!?
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i had a bunch of wild strawberries in my beds this year … guessing from the increase in birdies in the yard with no chihuahua scaring them away. i’ve also found a couple of stashes of shell peanuts.
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zooooooooooooomies!!!!!
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isn’t it great? i have a small button maker and i’m going to try and replicate it for a friend.