Hey, come over! I’ll make dinner. You can stay as late as you’d like. Till dark even. Then, as you’re leaving…I’ll turn on the porch lights. Because I can. First time since the great paint fiasco I’ve been able to do that. Oh, but if you do come… just help yourself in. ‘Cause we’re still negative one doorbell. Uhh, and if you wouldn’t mind…would you bring dinner too? ‘Cause a kitchen? Well, we don’t have that either. 
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very nice :)
I just barely read your pity party post. Only you can make news that bad sound funny. I'm sure amidst your many unhappinesses you were still happy...because, well, that's you. I wish I would have read it sooner though and been more of a friend. This post makes me want to bring you dinner. or better yet invite you to dinner. oh hey! Are you coming to the rodeo this weekend?!? you COULD come to dinner!
oh, about the phone books. It was a fundraiser that one of the other moms put together to help pay for uur daughters dance tuition. the 215 books paid for 2 months of dance. I wish I had it in me to do 600 more and then the whole year would be paid and I'd only have to pay for costumes and competition fees. man kids are expensive :)
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