We made it to somewhere in Georgia today after sitting in two hours of Atlanta traffic. The traffic was made less tedious by a podcast by the man who narrated our riverboat tour in New Orleans. We learned about the history of rum and then the history of Santa Claus! It was much better than listening to the YANKEES GAME in which the Yankees were having their asses handed to them on a stick. For dinner tonight, we walked across the Target parking lot to the Golden Corral, which I didn’t even know still exists. There is also an REI in the Target plaza, which means we’ve surely forgotten something that we won’t buy there now but will wish we had when we discover tomorrow that we’ve forgotten it. All in all, today is better than yesterday. Ready to enjoy my last night on a mattress and within reach of a shower for a few days.
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March 4
Tonight we played That Escalated Quickly, and Christina came up with some hairbrained response that left Billy wrecked with uncontrollable laughter. I truly thought I was going to have to take him to the emergency room, he was laughing so hard. Poor Christina was so embarrassed that she actually left the house, but we won the round, it all worked out, all is good. This is why I love family game night.
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January 29
I forgot to give Billy the crock pot recipe this morning, so this evening we ended up with nothing to eat. Nothing like 9:30pm spaghetti and meat sauce. No wonder I don’t go to bed until after 11.
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September 23
Today was an endless marathon of activity. Drop off kids at school, physical therapy at gym, treadmill “run,” doing dishes, work, cleaners came, pick up kids from school, drive Christina to dance, drive Robin to cheer, make dinner, pick up Christina from dance, pick up Robin from cheer. Typical Monday.
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March 8
I tried to steal time where I could get it today with marginal success. It might be time for more drastic measures. Whatever they are.
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July 11
Chucky and my two little sea birds are getting along just fine, thanks. Also today was insane at work.


