If you take the advice of lots of bloggy buddies and spend hours ruthlessly tossing assorted junk and stuff into several bags to send to the Salvation Army Thrift Store, and during that whirlwind of culling, you send a VBS shirt, won two YEARS AGO for bringing the most visitors, to its doom, there will commence all manner of wailing and bawling and squawling and tears and snot running down that little ditch between the nose and top lip.
I blame all of you.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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7 comments:
Connie,
I'm so glad you're returning to a place that is at least in the realm of visiting FW for a day or an excursion! I enjoy lurking on your blog and keeping up with your family.
Michele's tall friend Alice McD
Honey, you promised not to tell anyone. Seriously, Knowing your dear husbands competitive streak did you think anything "won" in a competition could disappear without the wailing and gnashing of teeth?
Mr. Smockity
That's hilirious, Mr. Smockity! How is it all going? I feel like I should offer some help but I have no idea what I could do, but if you think of something holler...oh and a certain mother of three is seriously thinking of homeschooling so when the dust settles maybe you can offer some advice:)
Yikes! The guilt, the guilt!
(I am so sorry!)
ALICE!!! I remember going to the zoo with you!
Hi, Honey!
Kara, Homeschool?! I'd love to help!
It's okay, Holly. They dug the shirts out in the nick of time and all is well.
:-) Glad we could all be of service to ya friend!
So far, I can still get away with "We are giving it to another little girl who may not have toys/clothes." We like to "help" others!
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