Mother was continuously bothered by the fact that she can no longer keep track of what I have at where ever since she let me do my own packing. This time then, unpacking a suitcase that she has packed reminded me of one of her most puzzling...tendencies. She likes to wrap EVERYTHING individually in its plastic bag.
I can understand sanitary needs, but up to a point. I can sympathize, but now I just have a lot of plastic bags sitting on my desk.
Molly has raised her bed so now it's more of a loft bed which is taller than I am, and her desk got moved to underneath it so the room looks much bigger.
Did you know we have a city hereabouts named Vacaville? Vaca, as in cows. Bless the founding fathers for their bovine loving hearts.
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Courtesy of the calendar, from Lucy...I'm going to start adding in places to the travel-around-the-world blog.
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