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I'm running out of creativity tonight, friends.
I have been out.of.control. with projects.
Ryan comes home from work, and just looks at the mess in the kitchen
and shakes his head.
"What are you making now, Mama?"
He loves it.
Don't try to deny it, Mr. Soladay.
I know you're reading this.
Hubby actually had his tech guy at work
unblock the blog on his office
computer so he can read daily.
He's a good man.
Remember my post where I included the tidbit
about my favorite children's author
visiting Trysten's school and how I had
Copy Stepmom duty that day?
I saw her.
Granted it was from outside the library windows,
but I saw her.
I was in the same building
as Patricia Polacco.
I whipped out my iPhone to snap a picture and suddenly felt like a stalker.