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Posting is going to be a bit spotty this week. If you’ve been around here long, you know that I post twice a day every weekday and often on weekends (at least once on weekends if not twice), on holidays and even if I’m on vacation, so if I say posting is going to be spotty and it’s the middle of the week, please know that I’m monumentally overwhelmed. This is the last week of school here, the week of graduation, the week of getting Weston off to WVU for orientation, the week of getting both Morgan and Weston ready to go away for the summer, and I appear to be the secretary, manager, chauffeur, director, payroll officer, and circus clown. Is it Friday yet?
Anyway! Meanwhile, please enjoy June’s free desktop wallpaper, if you like! Find it here. Click on the Desktop Wallpaper button and follow the directions from there. IT’S FREE.
And don’t even get me started on my month-long odyssey to get Morgan her learners permit, which ultimately failed, after numerous trips between here and the high school and the DMV. DON’T GET ME STARTED.
I need some homemade Calgon.
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Hugs to you
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Do what you need to do so that you will be enthused and ready to keep bringing us this great blog.
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~~HUGS~~
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Meanwhile, we’ll all be patiently waiting for your return. Take lots of deep breaths!
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I’m now babysitting grandson everyday while momma goes back to work long enough to get daddy through trucker’s school.
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have a great week.
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Hang in there!