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I´ve been a weird babe that turned into a weird child and finally into an adult, still weird, of course. I´ll end up in a retirement home, chucked out by everybody, hubby included, because my mouth works quicker than my brain, as some people say. I think my mouth and brain work together quite fine, but I´d better cut down on comments and only have my own thoughts on certain matters. Yesterday a neighbor decided to pay me a visit, aware that I had to prepare some papers, and made herself comfortable at my kitchen table, amidst music papers and writing utensils. I brewed coffee, she drank it and stayed. I served her a glass of wine, same outcome, as was expected. My hints that I´d better do my paperwork for school now she simply ignored, too big was the attraction to the wine bottle. When she asked for another one ( bottle, not a glass), I had enough. I asked her straightforward if she was aware that soon her brain cells would drink a toast to each other from a distance only. She was not amused. She was livid and left. Why do I feel guilty at all? It´s not that I don´t drink wine, au contraire, I love red wine, but I won´t drink until I have done my job, and that´s that.

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Toasting brain cells! That´s my girl! I hope she´ll never ever come back, because she is bad influence!