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(or at the very least Queen of the Garden Stump)

After being called hip-hop yesterday I had to spend quite some time today talking my (a.o.)Ryan Adams -, my Josh Ritter -, my assortment of 80's new wave - and my ABBA - CD's down from the ledge.

I also made the Beloved pancakes.
And cleaned up cat-poop.

It's hard work being the Queen.

And yes, the shoes deserve a solo-Blip :)