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Just A Quick Pop In

Bless this woman's heart. We came to Mulligan's tonight because they have free Wi-Fi (I can't believe the cabins don't!). The manager of the place saw that the kids were getting disappointed that the game room downstairs wasn't open so she opened it just fo us. I love this woman. The kids are running around having a great time. I'm getting my internet fix and catching up on gossip. The husband is listening to his hockey game. All is good in our world. Just ignore the chocolate syrup on the girl's face.

I am, as promised, keeping an old school blog. I wrote 4 pages for Sarturday alone. I'll take photos and then transcribe it because really, I can't read my own handwriting. I don't expect that anyone else will be able too.

Oh and I've read two whole books since Sat morning. Good thing I brought 4 with.



Anonymous said…
I am glad your all having a good time and you haven't killed each other yet!! Dakota's concerned about our Mii's, he hopes they haven't been deleted lol. Can't wait to see your smiling faces when you get back :)
Kota and Steph
Mandy said…
wow... two whole books?! i'm honestly shocked..

maybe with the weight of those two books off the table it will be fine and you no longer need a filing cabinet?! haha doubtful since you will prolly buy 5 more books to replace them when you get back!

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