Sometimes you read a book and it just sticks with you. Years later, a scene from it will pop, vividly in your mind. If your like me, a reader, this happens often.

It doesn't have to happen with a good book though...

This is one such book. When the Changewinds Blow

I read it when I was young, maybe 14 or so. If you are thinking, from the cover, that it looks like an absurd book, you would be entirely right. Nonetheless, a few nights ago I found myself wondering: why did those girls have to change into copies of each? Why did one of them then become an otherworldy protestute who invented the bra on that world? Remember when the other one became a fat lesbian?

To be honest, these aren't questions that I want in my head. But there they are.

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I be back  

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I promise you a story of policeman, I don't deliver. I promise a virtual tour, I'm too lazy to take a picture of the outside of my house, so I don't do it at all... in other words, I find that I am a liar

Well, its a dark thing to know about myself, but I am coming to terms with it. I hope you are too.

Meanwhile the good news is....

There are my babies. Heather is the cream colored one who is sleeping. Hazel is black and grooming.

Here is Hazel again. Chillaxing.

Here is Heather, modeling for a artistically blurry shot. She is very vogue this year.

Needless to say, I am thrilled to finally have my girls. I get to be all maternal, but I don't have to lactate or anything strange like that.

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