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Saturday

I had Interpreter Training today. Yes, it's Saturday. Cuz you know, I don't work enough during the week or anything.

I was prepared to dislike it and be bored. I was delighted to find that it was interesting and held my attention and even (gasp) fun. I enjoyed it! Except for the part where my husband packed my lunch but didn't actually put it in the lunch box so when everyone else had lunch delivered I sat there drooling with my stomach growling, but other than that, it was great.

While I was there, hubby took the girls swimming at the nearby pool and then we met up later at my sister's house where my niece and her three kids were visiting. SO FUN! I haven't seen the children in a few months and it's amazing how they grow---especially the youngest. Here he is, the little darlin'




While were there I realized that OOPS, it's Jessica's birthday. She's my sister's third child and turned 15 today. In all the visiting and noise and confusion (plus the fact that my sister is still recovering from her surgery and can't do anything), Jessica's birthday was sort of pushed aside. I felt horrible---so when we were leaving I took her with me and sent the rest of my family home.

Jess and I went to the mall and looked at clothes, bought some lotions and sprays (YUM!) and then I took her for some of her favorite mushrooms at Kidd Valley. On the way out of the mall I bought her two pairs of earrings. We thought about getting pedicures, but opted to do that another time. I'm glad I could do that for her (thank you Boeing) Here she is, isn't she cute?

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