It would be nice if I could redo this evening. However, like adolescence, I wouldn’t want to go through any of THAT again, so I guess I’ll just fast forward to tomorrow and hope for better presentation, motives, and methods.
Continuing with the remote control theme, let’s go channel surfing in my brain. *disclaimer* The following thoughts, views, ideas, and expressions are not to be taken seriously…
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Paige was on the front page of the newspaper today in prima ballerina glory.
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I think Christmas Card giving has all but died. I have heard from a small collection of friends. Our cards remain on the shelf, not quite finished. Maybe I should get back on Facebook so I can receive everyone’s wishes electronically.
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I really don’t want to read about Mao and the Communists tonight… or tomorrow.
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Food drives! Food drives! Food drives!
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Daniel needs a challenge.
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I wonder if the dentist will notice that Timothy’s neck is filthy tomorrow during his appointment.
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This is a test of the emergency broadcast syst—
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(band playing Auld Lang Syne.)
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