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May all your dreams come true...
Susie
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FOUR DAYS till Christmas? and you want me to take a NAP? Seriously? Are you nuts? Last minute orders are delivered except for two. The paper shredder is jammed. Glue gun is stuck. Again. Out of tape? Can't be. I bought the last truckload after Christmas last year. It's here somewhere... Can you please make the bed? Hubby walks by and plops in recliner. Now, please? It's not dry. Dryer stopped ten minutes ago and clean sheets are draped over the bed. Hubby looks around from said recliner. Oh. FIVE days till Christmas. If you're a parent or a teacher, I'm sure the anticipation of Christmas combined with a full moon a week before Christmas has your stress level peaking close to catastrophic stroke numbers. Smooth move, Santa...who would've guessed you'd trade in the guidance of the full moon and Rudolph's nose for a GPS and LEDs. Gee thanks, Big Guy. Full moon belongs on Christmas eve, thank you very much! |
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