By The Wiz
Sadly, I did not win a million dollars at Monopoly. I weep.
Sometimes my daughter gets all wound up and cannot turn her mind off to go to sleep. I cannot relate in any way. I sigh. I sleep.
I have discovered that Heather relates, though, and now my daughter is secure in the knowledge that she is not alone. I smile.
Heather’s baby is very cute and happy as long as she is being held and is the center of attention. I oblige.
I think we would all be very cute and happy if we were constantly being held and the center of attention. I wish.
Heather’s son is what we call a “morning person.” I yawn.
My home is now open to any guests who may or may not want to come and go golfing with my husband. I hint.
It’s still quite warm here and I still wear shorts. I laugh.
I have a $%$ canker sore because I ate a *&$ muffin with $*& walnuts in it. I swear.
I have a ton of laundry to do. I blog.
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