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Disclaimer:  I have not been purposefully neglectful.  Second disclaimer:  this is likely to all be random.

Do you know what perfectly accents a crisp black pencil skirt, gray sweater, and black pumps?  Paint.  Paint left over from priming kitchen cabinets.  Paint that would not, could not, did not come off when washed.  I think it was in my hair for two days.  I'm starting a new trend, I've been dodging calls from Vogue all week.

I left my lunch in the fridge this morning.  I'll spend all day thinking about the pasta salad that could have been.

When I forget to put "Call SKBH" in my phone.  I forget to call SKBH.

Our new house has a lot more area that the townhouse we've been occupying for the last year.  This means that when I'm in the kitchen and need my chapstick, I burn approximately 300 calories there and back.  I've just found my new cardio.

I naively thought that a group of 11 kids could entertain themselves quietly and without issue for sixty minutes while their parents discussed the bible downstairs.  I was wrong.

When you say phrases to your son over and over, he's likely to repeat them back to you at inappropriate moments.  Like when you're already stressed, and he says something you didn't hear.  You kindly ask "What?" and get back "You heard me!".  I thought his Daddy was going to implode.

I love to read, and so I often buy cheap books on Amazon.  Like free or $0.99 for my Kindle.  I am discovering that with cheap books comes cheap editing.  As in, how many sentences can we end with prepositions before someone notices?  I notice.

I have to start making notes when things happen so we don't end up with post like this.

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  1. Try rubbing alcohol on the painted outfit! ; ) It takes off even set in paint! Good luck!

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