ALWAYS & FOREVER

Pantherhigh.com has connected the link to those eye loved back in the day; Sherrie Betts, Ilya Clay. Some are gay, many married straight. Some profiles say happy, some devoid of pics. The internet - SICK! Relationships are now forever, never to miss a step. Bet!

TWO BABES, TWO DAYS, TWO CELEBRATIONS

Preteen-dom has hit our home, as our preschooler gets closer to little big boy age and further away from the baby stage. Hallelujah! Another chance to reflect on our blessings. Night has come the last evenings before eye have had a chance to even rest my size 10's, but in the end, surely it's worth the sacrifice. One thing is for sure, the love that they give Mama Olee is beyond measure. & eye need it!!! Mothering, my pleasure!

FROM INNER SPACE

These days, the Baby Sun's compete for every infinite moment of Mama's waking when we're alone without the larger stars to distract their incessant frenzy. Tonight, they are in opposition to anything that moves me - mop included. Numerous failed attempts to sit them still led me to finally encourage their natural busyness. Music came to mind as an aid, so eye frantically searched my iTunes for a winner. "Eureka! Let's try Sesame Street."

Two songs displayed, "Sesame Street (Theme)" & "1-2-3 Sesame Street" (Stevie Wonder).

After more than half an hour of repeat play, the lads are still entranced & singing as if they haven't heard this pairing ever before. As a benefactor of Jim Henson's brillance, my foyer tile & bathroom linoleum shine the Pine Sol glow. The smell of clean pervades our dwelling space. Fresh!

Ole' E[arth] anxiously prepares to welcome Jupiter into our evening (9:30 pm Central).

*Don't forget to cleanse your cosmological argument at the Annual Meteor Shower on August 12-13.

MEAN SLEEP

When an inflatable bed deflates around your rest, waking on the jungle floor can be a very stiff experience. The stress impressed upon my deltoids might best be massaged out with meat tenderizer & cleaver. Call the butcher. Call the baker. Call the mattress maker. Mr. Sealy, please posture me better - a lucky summer six will suffice!



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