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I got to go to Chicago today. No kids. Just me and Hubbend. I confess to morphing into crazy Monster Lady to get everything done in time. Stupid tornado messed with my mind. I completely forgot about the day trip until the babysitter called the night before to get things settled.

Hubbend persevered grimly and we had fun once we were away. I exercised, showered, and powdered my nose. I think that's part of the success, and part of the exhaustion headache.

I LOVE road trips!

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  1. A night away, that sounds nice! :) I turn into crazy grouchy lady when I'm trying to get stuff done! ha ha

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