I like reading books with you. It's like we live close to each other but then not really at all.
Monday morning when I drove away, I daydreamed of the day I won't be driving to work at 6 am but starting on a walk with my baby in its Bjorn instead. Sigh.
Lamest excuse to see the nurse (as of today):
"I just stuck my pencil into my skin and now my hand's gone numb. I think I have lead poisoning. Can I go to the nurse?"
Me: "Sure, take your time."
Mostly because that kid is a pain the butt anyway so I won't mention I've seen this trick or that pencils are no longer made out of lead.
I loved having you both here, too. I wish you lived closer. I'll tell you when a house is up for sell nearby.
Maybe your house is a confetti house because you used all your energy cleaning mine.
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