Ah, A new Phase

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Munchkin ROLLED her eyes at me. Tonight. She’s FIVE. Not fifteen. Not seventeen. Not thirteen. FIVE.

Ah, the joys of being of an age when you still don’t recognize mortal danger when it’s staring you in the face.

*YAWN* I am so amazingly tired. The roof is fine. The package is here (it’s REALLY cool – score, Dad.) and I’m fading faster than a spray on tan.

Do you realize this is the FOURTH post this week? And it’s only Tuesday! Whoo hoo!

I think I’ll call it a night, folks.

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