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I must apologize for the delay in the release of precious details since our last post; I am not even sure why I couldn’t find the time?! Â Here’s the hot list:
I am tired, yo.
Once again, my sister and adopted sister came to my rescue on the day of the Moving Sale. Â I just don’t deal well with money. Â If it had been up to me, one family would have had me pack up my crap, deliver it to their house, move it in, write them a check (for taking my stuff!), and go deposit it in their account. Â Overall, I was really surprised by the day. Â The rain, of course, was not in my plan. Â The strange flow of folks was unusual. Â The 6:15am shopper going through our personal belongings in the garage 45 minutes before we were ready was a bit awkward. Â Looking back on it, his truck was oddly full for 6:15am.
We managed to sell the biggest items and the big ticket items–except the Prius and motorcycle. Â If you hear anyone talking, well, you know.
We hope that you are planning to be at the big party. Â It won’t be quite right without you. Â We will have cake, of course, and the band should be awesome–or sweet–or wack–or wicked. Â (I am not sure what the young kids are saying these days. Â I’ve gone too long without a good conversation with my students or my nieces.) Â The bar is a regular…..(yawn)…..cash ba(yawn)r. Â You might even have fun meeting each other what with the (yawn) and maybe the with your (yawn) and then he said…ZZZzzzzzzZZZzzzzzzZZZzzzzzzzz
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