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I was lying on the beach letting my very cute nephew, who has a way with words, dump copious amounts of sand on me in the hopes of exfoliation, with the waves washing up over me, when I declared in the continuance of the pirate theme we had been playing "I am a mermaid! Washed up from sea on the sands of our fair beach!"

To which he raised an eyebrow, paused his sand shoveling, pondered for a moment and then announced: "Go back, ugly mermaid."

He is the only male I know who can call me a ugly mermaid and not only get away with it, but be cute in the process.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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