Wednesday, May 14, 2014


I am not magical. I don't have a carpetbag full of tricks; I don't fly with an umbrella. Sometimes, though, I manage to wash, dry, and fold three loads of laundry, try out six paint samples, pick up the pie, pick up the fancy chocolates, pick up the teenager, drive the teenager to several after-school activities, strip the beds, make the beds, wash the dishes, take out the garbage, remember the boss's birthday, return the library books, and stay sane all in one day.

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