Browsing the calendar
Over there in my sidebar, I’ve got that nifty little countdown calendar that sometimes gently reminds me of upcoming dates and sometimes breathes down my neck.
9 days until school starts.
19 days until I turn 36. Blech.
36 days until Becoming Miss Becky releases! :cowboy:
129 days until Christmas.
Attention Walmart Shoppers….a mere 128 shopping days remain…
Anyway. I think when I originally opened this screen, there was a point to this, but I seem to have lost it. SURPRISE!
Hey, y’all have 35 days to read Taming Eliza Jane! :villain:
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What I find scary is that we have kids the same age (almost) and I’m twenty years older than you. :baby:
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I’m three years older than you. (Which makes me SAD cause I really liked 36. A lot. 37, 38 and 39…not so much.) No kids. No mud machine. No awesome book releasing.
I attribute this lack of youth, kids, mud machine and book all to my disgust for coffee. If I loved coffee like you, I’d have at the very least a mud machine. Right? :lmao:
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Annmarie, not only can I not have a two-seater car, I’ve gotta have a four-door. There’s always a flip side.
But coffee would help. :coffee:
And I’d really rather not have a 13-to-15-year old twenty years from now. :nookie: <---no more
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Shan, I’m sure your husband would agree. :gaah: Mine will be 70 when this one graduates from high school. And as we all know, they don’t magically suddenly grow into autonomy at that point, sigh.
:grouch: