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Poor Boy. Momma rudely plucked him out of his warm bed, tossed a coat over his arms and shoes on his feet, and trotted him down the cold driveway to meet Sister's bus. No breakfast, no cup, no time to wake up.

In Momma's defense, he is getting his cup and his breakfast now that The Miss has been whisked off to school. I suspect The Boy will not be a morning person.

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That'll teach me to check pockets before I do laundry. Just found a little gem baggie, containing one tiny synthetic opal, in the bottom on the dryer. Just one stone. Hope that's all that was in there before it went into the wash.