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The house is hopping tonight... one of the T*ster's man-friends is making mousse in the kitchen (I hope they share) and the M*ster was seranading us on the piano, now she is wrapped up in Lamott and rocking on the rockingchair. The T*ster is improvising on the keys and painting the promised chalice in the kitchen. I am torn between playing the piano and helping with the painting. So much creative stuff.... someone is playing the geet, now.