End of an Era
The last day of school has come and gone, and with that comes the last time I will see my sister drive the school bus onto my yard to pick up my kiddo. That's sad. Sad spelled backwards is das, and das not good. Sniffs.
An Unmade Bed
This is a rare occasion. I didn't make my bed as soon as I got out of it this morning. By the time I got to it, Georgie was snuggled under the sheets. Happy as a lark.
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