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9:03am – Neighbor: ” Morning hun how are ya today chica?”
9:13am – Me: “Doing alright.”
9:15am – Neighbor: That’s good hun (name of her other half) is home sick.
This evening, we BBQed. Anson was working the little construction site he’s created by the back fence, shoveling dirt on to and then back off of our sidewalk and then toodling around on his pedaled backhoe, generally amusing himself with that big imagination of his. 256 more words