Everything here is frozen, a good, hard, freeze. Except the roads. They are clear, yay.
But the sunshine is beautiful.
Lots of running today. I don't remember having to do so much running after having my kids, but it is what it is.
Next year is 2020. Does this mean everything will be in focus, or will we go back to flapper dresses, old cars, and speakeasy joints?
Only without prohibition and the mob.
Happy Monday.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
All the trash has been gathered, and the cans are ready to recycle. Mom and Aaron will take that off for me.
Caitlyn is settling in, almost all her stuff is put away.
And we have just a few more things to finish before the cooking starts.
Turkey has been in the fridge since Friday, it's soaking now, getting the phosphates out.
I need lunch.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
