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1. I don't know whether to be proud of, or embarrassed by, the fact that the shirt I'm wearing today is at least ten years old.

2. Fresh pineapple is the most delicious food on earth.

3. My company is moving to a new office building in two weeks. This means a shorter commute for me -- yay! However, it also means that I have to find a new dentist and a new eyebrow waxer (waxist?) -- boo.

4. My college roommate visited last week. Will write more about this soon. Have not felt much like writing lately.

5. There is nothing cuter than a two-year-old girl who suddenly turns to you and says, "Mommy, I love you! And I hope all your wishes come true!"

6. I like this blog layout, but I wish the content area were a bit wider. I wonder if I am brave enough to tweak it a bit. If you come back and everything's all kaflooey, you'll know why.

7. Only sixteen more days of school!

8. I wish I had all summer off.

9. If it's wrong to hide the fresh (expensive) pineapple from my children, leaving more for me, I don't want to be right.

Comments

aimee said…
Hee hee on the hiding the pineapple!! I am usually like that with chocolate!

You mess away with your blog. I bet you can figure it out!
12:58 PM
Anonymous said…
I like the new layout. No, it isn't wrong to hide the delicious and expensive pineapple from your kids. They are too young to appreciate it!

Mom
9:44 PM
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