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He Shoots And It's Sooooooooooold

We finally have sold the wagon. It's been outta commission for 2 1/2 years. Sitting in the driveway for exactly a year. What a wagon. It hauled me and my maid of honor from Waukesha to Iowa for my wedding. No air conditioning. In June. Fun times my friends, fun times. It was a good car for us. We could fit a ton of stuff in it and the sunroof made it feel like a cool car. Yeah, I'm kinda sad to see it go but we can use the money. Couldn't we all use the money?

Now here I was all excited about doing the 30Day Blog experiment and it appears I've done up and screwed up. I could have sworn that I started my Nov 1 post after midnight but it appears not. Oh well. I shall still write everyday.

When Peanut has two ponies in and you take them out at the end of the day, you get a Bozo the Clown Jr. It's pretty funny especially when you brush it out and really make it poofy.

It's been a slow and relatively quiet day today. The three hour nap the kids took at the exact same time probably has something to do with it. Think we can repeat that for tomorrow? I don't think so either.


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