Hello, my truth seekers. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday. I can care less about Thanksgiving. It’s a disgrace and a reminder of the slaughter of my people.
I did, though, have a meal with my husband and daughter. It was nice. My husband is a great cook. He’s a sous chef. I was having such a great time. The conversation was stimulating. Good TV, good wine, peace, and no noise. I had such a great time that I forgot he was there, and it was only my daughter and me. A person whom I be myself around. So, I started to act silly and goofy (my natural self). Until my husband asked what was wrong with me.
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