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When I did nails I had a client, Marianna. She loved to garden and had a "green thumb" so we always polished her thumb green. I loved Marianna and her husband Bob, and I think about them often. So the other day I white paged them and found their address. I sat down and wrote them a nice note saying how much I missed them and was excited to hear from them. I gave the note to Mike so he could drop it at the Beavercreek post office on the way to Karate last night. 

I forgot to put a stamp on it.

What a retard.

Now my handmade JCarlson chicken stationary will be all buggered up with post office retard notes about no postage.

GK is doing his taxes today.

That's all I have to say about that.

Wendy didn't come home yesterday. She decided to stay another day. She has to come home today because she has to work. If she didn't have to work she probably still wouldn't be coming home. 

I'm sure she misses the Valley and the lifestyle she had there. I wouldn't be surprised if she came home and said she wanted to move back.

I would be ok with that.

She isn't doing much to foster the life she came here to seek, she just flounders on the couch.

I also know it's no fun living next door to your Mother. I have a Mother and I am a Mother so I understand.

-Said loudly-  *she needs to get a friggin life*

If that life, rather I approve of it or not is in Skagit Valley than she needs to go.

My handmade organic sister is staying in a hotel driving a rented mini van and eating at IHOP today.

Sometimes it's the little unexpected things in life that bring you joy.

That visual is one of those things.

Kind of like the Pope at Nascar tossing back a slow gin fizz. 

I have to go do laundry