It really never ends. Never. As I finish one list, I simply turn a braincell over to the fact there are 100 other items I haven't dealt with. True-that.
It was a total wash so no movement for Karal or me, other than scrambling eggs, frying bacon and sausage, and making Greek omelets for dinner (something different) to go with the chocolates they've been getting into.
But today, mom's birthday, I'll make a cake, feed her a late lunch, and host visitors who want to sing a round of music before candles are blown.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIMI SUE. Although I'm a pain in the ass and in your way, I'm here to celebrate with you.
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