Grandi called! She has marbles. Yippee! And due to my resourcefulness, I no longer need jacks. So all my problems have been solved.
Well, I mean, I still bite my nails. I can't finish a load of laundry to save my life. I talk to myself in HEB. I don't know how I will pay for the toothache that has developed lately. And Mason's haircut that he got today makes him have two poofs on the side of his head.
But the marble problem has been solved.
1 comment:
I love reading your blog. Your a riot.
As long as you have a child with you, in my book, you are not talking to yourself:)
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