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It has been two-ish years since the Kasteel Bier Chritsmas Womens Ugly Sweater. NC from the moment that wedding ended has been absolute bliss for my friends. This past weekend was my gal pal’s birthday. And she decided why not have a brunch on Easter on her badass rooftop in the city. So I fired up my cooking skills and make my famous vegetarian, crispy, turmeric, saffron Persian rice with roasted almonds and pomegranate seeds. (Tahdig for all my desert brothers and sisters out here) What does this lovely brunch have to do with my sister from another mister’s MIL she has been NC with for almost 2ish years? I’m glad you asked llamas. Because bitch showed up. I’m not sure who’s Facebook she stalked, or what person she water boarded but she came from out of state and showed up at the front door of their apartment building. I will rewind just a little. Friend and I are setting up on the roof, tossing pillows on the outdoor furniture and laying out some linens on the tables. Their apartment building is only 4 stories high, live on the top floor and are the only apartment with roof access. Because we were not sure that people would hear the buzzer inside of the apartment we put a sign for people to ring the bell and give a shout up to the roof (or text) and we would buzz them in. So I’m meandering about fluffing pillows while happily balancing my mimosa when I hear someone yelling. I figured someone came early and friend went to go lean over the rood edge to see who it was. She immediate reeled back and spun to look at me. “It’s (name redacted)!!” She shouted as she ran for the apartment to stop the hubs from accidently buzzing her in. I peeked over the roof and watched her for a bit. Pacing, freaking out, pulling on the handle of the door. She hit the buzzer maybe 10 times and then looked up and saw me. She was… angry. Flipped me off and went back to tried to yank on the handle and shout something about wanting to give her baby his Easter basket. The woman seemed unhinged. She was in fact carrying one those drug store giant plastic green baskets filled with crap so high to was wrapped in plastic.

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The Kasteel Bier Chritsmas Womens Ugly Sweater that’d set in got really bad that afternoon, kicking into a death throw of sorts. Forecast said it’d actually be clear by 2-3am and for the next week, but that we were in for gale force wind and 15-20 inches of snow between now and then. I got an email from my boss telling everyone in my office to work remotely until Monday, January 6. I was somewhat relieved to not be leaving Sash here alone, but the email also made me realize how badly I’d wanted to get the hell outta here for a full day. That night we lit the candles, binged a show for a while, then sat at the counter before bed drinking tea before bed. The blizzard was rippin outside. An hour earlier I’d heard a tree go down in the woods above the house. The weather radar showed the storm was gonna pass soon, but it really wanted to kick and scream before moving on. The howling wind and creaking of the house was spooky, causing Dash to pick his head up and look around from where he was lying on the kitchen floor, but sweet jesus would it provide a nice reprieve from the ghosts’ wicked racket. I stepped over Dash to put my cup in the sink, when all hell broke loose. A loud metallic pop jerked Sasha, Dash, and my attention toward the kitchen door to the porch. The second after the pop, the piercing shriek of the blizzard wind sailing through the thin strip of open air around the door filled the kitchen. The door hadn’t been shut all the way, and had popped open. It’d happened before; a deceiving ‘click’ in the bolt that made it sound closed. The only thing holding it from blowing wide-open into the kitchen was the little hook-lock on the old, thin, flimsy screendoor on the inside of the door frame. Within a half second of the storm’s shocking infiltration into our home, the thin, strong blade of wind screaming through the crack in the main door whipped into my face making me blink, tossing my hair back. Wind.

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I do like skirts that fit at the actual natural waist but I think they are different because they hide the crotch and basically correct the long torso thing. Models in online shops never have supposedly high-waisted pants at their natural waist. Always somewhere around the belly button.