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It's Raining

Pouring actually. You would think we lived in Washington or something. Luckily, Sawyer in his little car, and the dogs, and I were able to make a quick jaunt to the meadow before the downpour. It was beautiful and sunny and frankly, I never would have guessed that this complete weather makeover could have transpired so quickly.

I just got done ordering a landline again. It will be installed tomorrow and guess what?!? Somehow they have our old number available again. When my customer support technician was giving me the options it was the first one he read and I exclaimed "that one!" in a highly enthusiastic, a little embarrassing after the fact, kind of voice. I was hoping though, you see, I was going to ask, before I even made the call. So what brought me to this sort of rash behavior, ordering a phone line in the middle of a rain shower while my kitchen is still coated in oatmeal and I haven't done "The Shred" today, and I still have to go to the commissary (you might well be wondering why I am blogging as well- because I am not ready to scrub hardened crusty oatmeal out of breakfast bowls or watch women with perfect abs tell me "I have to work for it." I will though, I will), because I was on an important Ellyn phone call that failed 5 times. I told Lolita she could swear at me if she wanted. So tomorrow a phone with reception. No more kinking my whole body into a certain uncomfortable pose to get four bars and not moving a muscle for 10 minutes. No more standing in the exact center of the front porch while my kids create all sorts of havoc inside (I will be inside with the havoc creators, unless of course, I can't hear but then I don't have to stand in the exact center of the porch. I can go leftish if I want). Okay, really have to get to work now. Bummer.

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