Lyn Andrews' "The Sisters of O'Donnell" under my belt, I dreamily sway through my day...okay, so that was overly romantic...half of the characters kicked the Victorian era bucket; I was up too late reading (well, midnight, so not horrifically late); Rebekah just shoved her hand down a ball-popping toy and had to be rescued; and Gavin's chauffeur to school needs soon to depart. Welcome to another day! Feeling rather chipper, though, I search for my galoshes amongst the footwear crowding the closet base, and get ready to take on the day!
Coffeeeeeeee....a recent study just "proved" that caffeine, though it wakes you up, doesn't actually give any sort of "jolt" like us addicts claim.....still I dream of that moment when the warm liquid meets tongue and all is right in the world....
Coffeeeeeeee....Did I mention coffee? Must locate children, who are bounding about the basement, flashlights in hand, searching for "a scary rooster with a mask on and a tractor" (because we have so many of those odd ball creatures meandering about our home!).
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