Randomness

I raked about 40% of the front yard last night, down to bare grass. After that wind came through overnight, you can't even tell any more which part I raked.

I'm tired of being the mommy. I can't imagine how bad it would be if I actually had kids, but meanwhile I am tired of being the information source, the person who actually has to handle the crisis, find the missing, wash the clothes, make the reservations, send the correspondence. I want somebody to mommy me!

Can you tell I tossed and turned much of the night, with simultaneous post-nasal drip and heartburn?

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Somewhere in my closet, back behind the Black Swan Designs linen cotes and the court stuff, there must be some frilly, flouncy, pirate-rennfaire garb. A pushmeup bodice and a couple of skirts and a chemise with lace, right?