Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Take Deep Yoghurt Breaths

In. Out. In. Out. (A line my sweet Gabe used to say to remind himself to not get upset or scared).

The scouts are coming to my house. they're expecting a fun activity. I still have no clue how to do this. Please. Please. Please. Tell me I'll survive. And if I don't, bury the beads and jewelry with me. (that way I won't have to watch the fighting from heaven).

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