What is with the world? I go to Jakes on Main St. and find an adorable knapsack with my favorite daisies on it, take it to the sales counter, whip out my checkbook, and am haughtily told "We don't accept checks. Credit card or cash only." Well-hell-ell. So then, today I take Katie to get her hair cut at Great Clips, take out my checkbook and am told "We stopped accepting checks back in April." WHAT? Who started this conspiracy to make us use plastic??? Grr.
Olie has a mohawk.
It seems I didn't win the front row tickets to see Kenny Chesney and Sugarland. Darn. And that was my bait to get Dennis up here.
Speaking of. Boy, I'm falling again. I'm scared, though, of falling. As long as he catches me.
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