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Friday, July 29, 2011

Woe is me...

My babies' school supply list this year includes pens. Pens! That can only mean they're getting older.
They're in third grade. Bwaaaaaaahhh.



(this was the result of us returning from the Funeral 'n Flooring Roadshow exhausted, and going to bed without even telling the kids when to turn in... Same bed, still fully clothed, lights and TV on...)



And on a semi-related sidenote, who among us (shout-out to all of you, my fellow Gen-X old farts) would have ever imagined such a thing as a jump drive would be on a seventh grade required supply list? What? More storage capacity than all the computers we'd ever touched, and it's neon yellow, shaped like a duck, lights up and also doubles as a keychain??

Pah.


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