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Look! New smilies!:flying:
Is that fun or what?
Almost as fun as a middle school basketball game where our team kicked ass and took names! That’s my boy making the free shot there.
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Not that I’m that excited about basketball at this point. Every night. Game or practice. Every night. Did I mention the every night part? Make it stop….
SocialButterfly came along–not to watch, but to talk and talk and talk to her friends. And eat nachos and hot dogs and candy. She never met a dollar she couldn’t spend immediately.
She was moving with a pack of girls, which was shocking for the girl who watches that new TV series “My Boys” because it reminds her of her–a girl whose friends are all boys. One of the girls she was hanging out with last night was carrying a purse! Are fifth graders allowed to carry purses? Make it stop…..
Then there was MatureDrivingBoy. He made a big deal on Sunday on the way to church about how he was the only child in the car who looked neat and clean–he was wearing a nice button-down shirt and was showered and groomed. His brother, BasketballBoy, was wearing the same shirt he’d worn the day before and there was a blob of hot sauce in the middle of it, and their sister had clean clothes on but she’d neglected to brush her hair, leaving her looking like she’d been pulled through a blackberry bush backward. So why is MatureDrivingCLEANBoy growing hair all over his face??? What happened to shaving?? Make it stop….
Need anything to stop around your house? Let me know, and play with my new smilies (you know you want to!), and be in the running for this weekend’s Free Book Friday autographed book pick from my backlist!
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