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Today is the official Talk Like A Pirate Day. No, really. It is.

However, I'm not feeling very piraty today. Argh.

I had my two daycare boys overnight since sunday while mommy had a nice little break in Vegas with some friends. Her little guy Dillon wasn't feeling well yesterday and he threw up yesterday and last night. Poor little guy. All I could do was hold his hot little fevered body and cuddle him.

She came home a bit early today, which I'm sure her boys were happy about.

Now I have some time alone. Alone! Sans children or husband or....anyone! I'm torn between wanting to take a nap and wanting to go get a pedicure. Wouldn't it be nice if I could combine the two? That would be fun. You all know I won't be going and getting a pedicure, right?

We're supposed to tow Steph's truck to my brother's house this afternoon so he can work on it. I suppose it would be nice if I told my brother we were coming, eh? Only he doesn't have a phone, so I have no way to reach him.

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  1. Anonymous3:04 AM

    Pamela, my dear, I have been unable to post on sites that do not allow anonymous comments for quite some time, and have consequently experienced some anxiety for you.
    Have no fear, I am back, and will resume my diligent monitoring of your excesses.

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  2. Napping in the middle of the day is about as excessive as I get.

    Hmm. Ok, there was that one time when Johhny Depp showed up dressed as a pirate and there was talk of booty, plundering and then something to do with melted chocolate and whipping cream, but I'm still not at liberty to discuss it due to ongoing litigation. You know how it is.

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