My Cherubs. They always ask "Mom, how's book club?" When I know they don't care. I mean they would care if they knew how incredible we were, they are just trying to be nice to me. I think that is nice of them. I'll give the one in the middle a break. She is actually a member, one of the originals, but she works every Saturday. She does some of my graphic and photo type work if I need it. She took my oh so cute photo for the web page. She's a photographer. This is Christmas Day and it turned out rather nice, (did I mention I got a Kindle?) my kids were fun, and funny, and funny with each other and you realize that even when every other person you see is a women with kids under age five, you can still enjoy these old kids. Even more maybe. Although you never, ever stop worrying about them, when you have these old babies, they can help themselves and help ME, ask ME how I am, get ME another whatever it is I need, they still wrestle and fight like they were five years old and then they sing a three part harmony of "Build Me Up Buttercup". It's a party, a picnic, a zoo and I love it. Of course my life changes every ten minutes. If John cuts his hair any shorter or Andy has another party at the cabin or Lord help me either one of them joins the military or Lynsey takes on any more work, volunteer or paid, I am going to be so mad! Well, the military thing will kill me. I can't adopt them out or spank them or even quit speaking to them as much as I'd like to some times. We're all stuck with each other, that's the beauty of it. And, since you've asked, the book club is going great guns! Come here and I'll show you the web pages, all three, I know you're dying to see them......, then there's the blog..... hey there's your picture.....
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