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Note from my mother


If I had one, a note that is, would you be nice and let me play hookie?

Pretty please?

I'm moving out of my home this week.  Please go attend to the festivities of my week over on Peanut Gallery Speaks if you miss me too much. I know I will miss this peaceful haven a great deal.

Hugs, kisses, and other schmooshing.

*photo by cassieduckworth
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  1. MizFitOctober 5, 2010 at 6:03 AM

    ahhh
    we have different mothers.
    mine would have written a WAY FARFAR different sort of note :)

    clickclick...

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  2. Yum YuckyOctober 5, 2010 at 9:48 PM

    Does this mean you finally packed? Finally!!! :P

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  3. Tami@NutmegNotebookOctober 6, 2010 at 4:22 PM

    Wishing you good luck with the move! It is a lot of work when you have children to take care of at the same time.

    Hope you have lots of help!

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  4. CorlettaOctober 7, 2010 at 10:34 AM

    Ma'am....just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about you today!! Love ya!

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  5. Ashley @ Nourishing the SoulOctober 7, 2010 at 10:42 AM

    Just found your blog and wanted to say hello. I love your voice and your honesty. It's a breath of fresh air! I'll be following!

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