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| In a search for a piece of paperwork, I ended up with piles of printed material everywhere. It needs to be dealt with. Sigh. |
From an old journal, in 2005, when Everett was 12:
On
the drive to school this morning Everett said he didn't have any dreams last
night.
"I only have dreams when I sleep in your bed, Mom. Your bed must be
enchanted or something."
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Mom gives Everett his first and only lesson in embroidery:
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From My
journal:
Everett
came running and bouncing onto the bed with the biggest, most beautiful smile
on his face.
"Why so happy?" I asked.
"I'm not!" he
insisted.
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| I am seriously paper-challenged. And I don't want to deal with it. Time to pay a call to Flylady.com. |
