I had a moment last week where I absolutely needed to buy some space/rocket themed vintage handkerchiefs. I found some amazing ones on EBay but was out bid. What I did win is below. They arrived freshly ironed and dowsed with perfume. They make my eyes water and make me sneeze, but somehow thinking of someone packaging them with so much care makes me not want to wash them yet. I'm just sitting in a different room than they are.
Also, this is what has become of Birdy. I think there's a baby penguin under there.
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Oh Bird! You've let yourself go! I thought you hit bottom with the Dragon Tree incident...
I just read that chronic stress can make you fat...and make you lick your tail
i think this is dangerously close to kitty porn.
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