I've got a chocolate cake in the oven and a diet on my mind.
Just got back from an hour of Zumba.
The boys are healthy. The baby is still a handful. He is different, way different than the other two.
The transmission in my washing machine is on the blink. But if I stand on one leg, rattle the wash cyle button and sing "Bicylce Built for Two," I can fix it.
So I am shopping for a washer and dryer. As are most projects I find myself in, it consumes me.
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