Cathy waxed poetic today when she told Natalie, "You're really just a receptacle" moments before Natalie began breastfeeding Helena (#1,2). Then, again, maybe we're all just receptacles these days. Liz was the receptacle of a Birthday (#3); Our Favorite Intersection was a receptacle for a gaggle of cyclists (#4,5,6); and something tells me Starbucks won't be happy until we're all just receptacles for Egg Nog Latte (#7)!
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