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So then…she gently adjusts my bib and slowly reclines the plush leather chair, so I can more easily see the ceiling-mounted TV. Tina, the new hygienist, hands me the remote and recommends a few shows to watch while she cleans…
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So then...we fly cross-country in search of a 20-Foot Tall Turkey, gigantic Shrek, and enormous SpongeBob. That's right -- we're in New York City for Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, Broadway Shows, and hugs and giggles with relatives! (Yes, Burglars, we…
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So then…Janice, the Cast Mom for the 8th Grade production of “Annie,” asks for volunteers to work the 4 show nights – snack bar, ticket takers, congratulations telegrams and so on. I don’t know her that well, so I’m a…
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So then…the music soars to a crescendo as the actors scurry about the Broadway stage -- which my boyfriend and I can see perfectly from our fantastic theatre seats. Just as we’re experiencing the spectacular re-enactment of the Fall of…
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So then…my friend Gina invites me to join her and our mutual pal Lindsey for lunch. It’s important to know that Gina's email is sent to us on February 18, which is often known as 2/18. Here are the emails…
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So then…I shout, “Fine!” And then he shouts, “FINE!” -- slams the door, gets in his car, and drives to work. I seethe. We’re in the middle of a big argument and he bails just to go to work? Where…
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So then…I announce the winners of the Blog Birthday Giveaway of $400 in Gift Cards! Chloe and Tucker are excited to pick the random winners, but truth be told, I’m hemmin’ and hawin’ and hesitatin’ – because honestly, I want…
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So then...I find out that on your blog’s 1st birthday, custom dictates you’re supposed to GIVE gifts – instead of RECEIVE gifts! WTF? That’s crazy! But -- always one to succumb to peer pressure (yes, I’m talkin' to you, fanny packs,…
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So then…my husband’s navigational system says: “Turn left here.” David looks at me smugly and smiles, proudly heeding the advice of his new car as he turns left with a flourish. I admit: I am pretty impressed at this equipment…
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So then…she stomps into the backyard with her son Jeremy and demands, “Is this a drop-off party?” I glance at my 6-year-old birthday boy Tucker cavorting with 10 pals on the sport court, another 10 painting art projects, and yet…
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