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After a 24-hour stint with 12-year-olds, I hear squealing inside my brain. Oh, wait, the 12-year-olds spent the night, they’re still here, that’s it.
Girls. Squeal.

And, ohmygod, do you see that? The signpost? AM I SQUEALING, TOO? Remember when Steve-the-Builder made us a signpost for our new farm for Christmas? He put it in the ground at the end of the driveway by the road. And his adorable wife Londa made us a sign with our address. And decorated it for Valentine’s Day. Could they be more wonderful? It was a surprise for us when we got out there yesterday.
And look, there’s more! DRYWALL!!! It’s starting to look like there are real walls!! (Squeal!)
Princess had her two bestest friends over to celebrate her birthday and spend the night. She had wanted us to be moved into our house by her birthday so she could have her party there. That didn’t happen, so we drove out to the house, brought cupcakes to the builder, and the girls ran around the house. Squealing. Squealing here.
Squealing there.
Squealing, squealing everywhere.
Then back to the old farmhouse for pizza, cupcakes and candles, and presents. And more squealing.
Almost looks exhausting, doesn’t it?


But, doesn’t it kinda make you want to be 12 again? Go ahead, take the time to squeal today. You know you want to.
What the world needs now are squeals, sweet squeals.
It’s the only thing that there’s just too little of.
What the world needs now are squeals, sweet squeals.
No, not just for some, but for everyone…..
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Looks like they had a fantastic time (and are still having!), so that’s all that matters. :smile:
BTW, that’s an *awesome* sign and post. And yeah, I’d be squealing over drywall too!
Say, if you have ear plugs, that might get you through the day.
-Kim
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Love the signpost.
10:20
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I blogged about a overnight with 9 yr olds. It’s under the title “Gin and Tonic Recipe” need I say more??
I thought it would end sooner.
You’ve left me with no hope.
Must. Go. Imbibe.
(P.S. Twelve is cool. Glad they had fun!!)
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Boys, on the other hand, don’t squeal. But they are much louder!
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It looks like your daughter had a great birthday.
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I just found your website a few days ago and I’ve been jealously reading it. My husband is from West Virginia (not too far from where you live). We’re planning to move there but it’s going to be about four years before everything lines up and we can make the move. I have to finish graduate school and then we’ll be on our way. I spend my spare time searching for land for sale in WV and daydreaming about our farm. By the way, yesterday I saw a cafe in Spencer for sale…would that be the one with the fried bologna sandwiches?
Keep writing ’cause you’re feeding my dreams!
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Blessings from Ohio…
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BW
PS How’s my moon get up to your place?????
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(You are up so early)
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Your daughter and her friends are quite the cuties, and I love your sign. That Steve the Builder and his wife Londa are something else!
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Shit, maybe I just want to be 12 again! Happy Birthday, Princess! :birthday2: