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Post by `Marilyn` on Jan 14, 2007 12:08:53 GMT -5
For the third time, her alarm clock went off. This was the first time she actually heard it. Great. It was almost noon, and she still had to have breakfast. She got up and threw some random articles of clothing on then went downstairs. Marilyn gulped down some orange juice and took a bagel. She wanted to purchase a few animals today to get her business going. The lady entered her sky blue SUV and drove into town, eating her bagel as she went. |
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Post by `Marilyn` on Jan 14, 2007 21:53:56 GMT -5
"Oi, it's cold," she muttered as she shrugged off her coat and kicked off her shoes. Marilyn placed her purse in the closet, then headed for the kitchen. She pulled some cookie dough out of the fridge and peeled it apart. Plopping it onto an ungreased pan, she stuck it in the oven. Only ten minutes later, they were ready. "Yum," she said aloud and, not waiting for the cookies to cool, popped one in her mouth. It was hot, but tastey. She took two more and put the rest into a cookie jar. With cookies in hand, Marilyn went upstairs.
She changed into her PJ's and got settled in her bed. Flipping the TV on, she was going to watch the Food channel. After eating her cookies, Iron Chef Kat Cora was announced the winner. She grinned, for that was one of her favorite Iron Chef. Marilyn pressed the power button on the remote control, then turned to her side and fell asleep. |
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Post by `Marilyn` on Jan 17, 2007 20:03:37 GMT -5
She parked in her garage just as it was beginning a light snow. It was a good thing she pulled the overhang out over Bethany's runway. She got out and locked the car. Stomping her feet on the stairs to rid it of mud and snow, Marilyn entered her home through the garage.
Inside, she kicked off the paddock boots she was wearing. Next to come off was the black and red, soft, fuzzy scarf. That was hung on a hook in the closet. Then her coat, hat, and gloves were off. She now went to the kitchen.
There she prepared a simple meal of chicken salad and water. She sat down on the green couch to watch a tad of T.V. She started to watch A.F.V. Then, the land line phone rang. Marilyn hastily set her dish down on the coffee table and went to the kitchen to get it. "Hello?" she said kindly. "Oh, hey Craig!" she said. It was her boyfrirend. "Yah, all right, see you then!" she said and hung up. They had a date tomorrow!
Marilyn finished her salad and washed the dishes. She went upstairs and got into her P.J.'s. Flipping on the T.V. again, she saw American Idol was on. "Good!" she said, and started to watch intently. |
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Post by `Marilyn` on Jan 19, 2007 15:11:50 GMT -5
Yawning, she stretched her slender arms and squinted her eyes. The T.V. was still on. "Great," she mumbled. She flipped it off and got out of bed. Sliding her slippers on, she thumped downstairs.
There Marilyn poured herself a glass of orange juice and then started to prepare some waffles. She sipped her juice, and the waffles popped out of the toaster. The twenty-three year old took them out quickly and buttered, cut, and poured on the syrup. "Yum," she said grinning. Marilyn took out a fork and settled down to eat. While she gulped it down, she thought about how much she had to do today. She had to take Tessy and Lee into Misty Hearts, take Beth and Dess to the vet, do a little agility training with Dessy, and then on top of that she had a date with Craig. As she finished, she knew it all was the way she wanted it.
Upstairs again, the young woman pulled on a pair of black jeans, a colorful sweater, and a loose, black, sweater. She pulled on some paddock boots and put her hair into a pony tail. After that, her teeth were brushed and a little eye shadow applied along with some lip gloss. Done, she went downstairs and grabbed her bag. Next moment she was in her blue SUV and driving to see her animals. |
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