Oh, hey. Hi there. It's me.

I know I've been gone awhile. There's so much not-at-all-important stuff to catch up on.

I'm going to pay homage to my step-mother's no segue series and do my own no segue post . It's an homage. An homage. Not stealing her idea.

For a few weeks I was missing a belt I had just bought. It was making me crazy! I couldn't find it anywhere. It wasn't very expensive but I knew that it would be hard to replace. I had been looking for the perfect little black belt in the right size for a long time. I kept asking the kids, have you seen it?, have you seen it? Finally Grace suggested that I pray about it. It always works for her! I thought it was a sweet suggestion. She was so earnest about it... I couldn't help but try. The next morning the belt turned up. The first thing Grace said was, "Had you prayed about it??" I was glad I could say yes.

No segue.

There are 181 days until I turn 40. That's all I'm going to say about that.

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Today I modeled the dress I'm wearing to my sister's wedding for a friend. She was giving me some advice on a possible alteration. I was short on time and I had to run Grace over to the school for drama club... so when we were done, I threw my clothes on, grabbed the dress and ran out the door. It wasn't until I had walked through the crowded parking lot (at school pickup time) and walked through part of the campus that I looked down and realized that my fly was open. Like wide open.


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I'm afraid to admit that Charlie Sheen might really be winning because I can't get the phrase Duh! Winning! out of  my head. You can use it ironically, or not. It works. On the other hand, every time I look at Charlie Sheen (which is constantly because I own both a television and a computer), I think about Martin. You never stop being a parent no matter how old your kids are.

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Tonight I bought a pair of jeggings. That's all I'm going to say about that.