OK people. I've been writing and writing and writing, and nothing is coming together. Maybe it's because every surface in my house looks like this:
Or maybe it's because my sister and I are actually in the same house today, which means that there are SIX kids surrounding us. Which means: Revolving naps. Constant snacks. Crying kids. Slamming doors. And I am trying to write some post that has a LASTING message. Sorry oh you faithful readers (whom we LOVE), it ain't gonna happen today. I can't get it done. It's too loud and crazy here.
Plus, Sarah's about to open a bottle of wine. So I gotta go.
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