Please collect any socks that have traveled through my space-time vortex out of your dryer. All socks not collected by Tuesday are incinerated, except fuzzy lime green ones with purple spots. Those get incinerated on Fridays. And if you are unable to locate your socks then you must ask yourself a question; Did the socks really exist or did I just believe they existed because I could see them?
The unthinkable has happened, Cooper is kicking serious butt at sports. Notably, boys basketball. We not only made it to the state tournament, we're in the championship game. Its today and I will be there screaming and rocking out on the bass clarinet. And win or lose, Pep Band rocks.
posted by Emily Anne @ Saturday, March 25, 2006
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