This highly unseasonal chill that began the morning after we set the pool up.
A week ago.
Supposed to continue for another week.
Sweet Jesus.
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Please Play Nicely
(the children are watching)
Who me?
- lah
- When old friends find out where I am and what I'm doing, they say things like, "No, really, is she dead?" Far more likely than these deep south days consumed by the chaos, havoc and shine of autism and misaligned motherhood. Not enough Havoc? Insufficient Shine? Try Autiesmama over at Twitter. No promises--I'm just trying for bedtime w/o bloodshed.
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