forty-four.
I STUBBED MY TOE ON THE END TABLE FOR THE LAST TIME. I want it thrown out and axed. Into itty-bitty pieces. And then I'll just buy two new end tables so clearly the other one MUST go. IS THE PARTY WHO IS THE MUSCLE IN THIS HOME READING?
In other news, Mary brought in a baby bird and won't tell me where she hid it because apparently I'll 'throw it out'.
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She's not precisely wrong as baby birds have no place in the house. Ugh.