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February 4th...

There was a 2 hour school delay for the kids due to the ice on the roads but since I was up before six anyway, I just stayed up and worked at the kitchen table while it was still quiet.

Around 11 or so I hit a wall and had to crash. I fell asleep for about an hour on the living room couch and when I woke up, this was on my laptop waiting for me.

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These are dice. One dice has things on it like 'kiss my' and 'tickle my' and the other one says 'my face' 'my legs' and my favorite, 'SURPRISE!'

I laughed and went in search of him. He was upstairs with three blankets over him and a pillow over his head. Asleep.

Aren't we an exciting old married couple? LOL

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  1. "Around 11 or so I hit a wall and had to crash" - You were driving in your kitchen? How big is your house?
    Please let us know when all the sickly stuff stops so that we can resume reading without having to run off to throw up.

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  2. Still no picture of the bed?

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  3. Vicus dear, my home is large enough to drive armored vehicles in. We built it this way in preparation for when our girls begin dating.

    Stevie darlin'...no pictures of the bed. Nope.

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