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Thursday we had a tiny little weather event…a little over an inch of snow followed by a bit of freezing rain. Long story short…I went in to work 2 hours late…when Savannah caught on I was going to work she was literally on her knees begging me not to go…because when I stay home, no school. “Mom, you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.” “Mom, you can’t go, I’ll be so sad.” “Mom, nooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
It was quite amusing. At one point I looked at her and said, “You know, this is kind of like having sex with a prostitute...I know you have your own agenda, but I’m enjoying myself anyway.”
It’s snowing again this evening. I made turkey pies and built a fire and we’re watching Blade Runner: Final Cut, the child is snuggled next to me and the dog is asleep on my feet…life is very good.
Peace.
It was quite amusing. At one point I looked at her and said, “You know, this is kind of like having sex with a prostitute...I know you have your own agenda, but I’m enjoying myself anyway.”
It’s snowing again this evening. I made turkey pies and built a fire and we’re watching Blade Runner: Final Cut, the child is snuggled next to me and the dog is asleep on my feet…life is very good.
Peace.