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So we’re back to school. Camp is in Second Grade and Jane is in Kindergarden. And I’m not sure who has been more excited–me or Jane. Jane is just one of those kids that is cut out for school. I knew she would love it, and I was right.Both of them really enjoyed their first

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So we’re back to school. Camp is in Second Grade and Jane is in Kindergarden. And I’m not sure who has been more excited–me or Jane. Jane is just one of those kids that is cut out for school. I knew she would love it, and I was right.Both of them really enjoyed their first

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So tomorrow is our last day of summer vacation.  Ours has been pretty good, except for Janey having had a  cast on for almost its entirety.  And that meant no swimming while everyone else was swimming and pretty much no playing in the sand–and we live in sand.  Thank goodness this broken leg thing happened

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So tomorrow is our last day of summer vacation.  Ours has been pretty good, except for Janey having had a  cast on for almost its entirety.  And that meant no swimming while everyone else was swimming and pretty much no playing in the sand–and we live in sand.  Thank goodness this broken leg thing happened

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I’ve been in a bad mood today. I’m not sure why. I hate when this happens. People don’t deserve to have to deal with me on days when I am in a bad mood. I feel bad for all of them. We got a new wireless printer. Actually, we’ve now purchased three new wireless printers

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I’ve been in a bad mood today. I’m not sure why. I hate when this happens. People don’t deserve to have to deal with me on days when I am in a bad mood. I feel bad for all of them. We got a new wireless printer. Actually, we’ve now purchased three new wireless printers

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Patrick Hutchison was the object of my seventh and eighth grade affections. Man, he was so fine … (remember when we used to say that?) He was in Mr. Jones’ seventh grade English class with me. I remember three things about that class: Patrick was in it, Mr. Jones was nice, and on his bald,

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