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| These are much funnier than mine (mine have no tail and no hood) |
I drove to Worcester and dropped off a book at the American Antiquarian Society. I found a valuable art book from 1875 in bad condition. I sold it on EBAY for a very low price and hoped that the buyer would get the book restored. The best guy bought the book. His name was Steve from Delaware and his plan was to donate the book to the American Antiquarian Society. When I saw the mailing address was in Worcester I asked if he would mind if I hand delivered it. He loved the idea. Going there was very cool and I made a great connection with the curator. I may have a place that my husband might feel good about donating some of the Kirchthurn family’s antique ephemera.
I also finally went grocery shopping (no more cereal for dinner), to Target (to find my daughter gym pants that fit her that she will wear), and to the library (to return the 3 week late Lego Batman Wii game that we never played). I had time to run home, put away the groceries, grabbed socks for bowling (because Alice refused to wear socks today and Dylan only wore one), Yes I do have a son who went to school wearing one sock. I also grabbed their DS games, snacks, and got to school early.
All was going so well! We left school happy! Then Alice imploded at bowling and threw an epic tantrum across all of the lanes, all the way home in the car, and an hour at home before she finally stopped I am guessing from pure exhaustion. I drank the last sip of red wine right from the bottle and searched the cupboards for any reaming Christmas sweets. Too bad I purged the house before shopping. I even poured out all of the colored sprinkles, yes they are colored wax, and yes I can get that desperate!
I settled on dates and almonds. Now it’s late and I am calm, the kids went to sleep OK, I am sitting on the couch wearing my pink footed PJs with feet that look like Bunny slippers, perhaps more like bunny sock puppets. Alice bought them for me for Christmas. Yes I look like Ralphy from the Christmas Story, but I am the kind of mom who can work this look.

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