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It's tough to "catch up" with an old friend if her cell phone keeps ringing. We meet for a quick coffee. I drink tea.
"I have to buy shorts," she said. "You want to go shopping?"
Whoopee, a shopping party!
Uh, no. I hate to shop for myself so why would I want to go with someone else.
The lines, and the clothes that never fit right even if I do buy them. I end up returning everything and wearing old sweats that are just too comfortable not to wear. This is why I have no decent clothes.
I shop for the kids.
Harried mom speed shopping: Zip, zip, pile up the cart! Quick ten minutes to buy them spring and summer clothes.
In and out, done.

I had a dream about the guy from the last Apprentice—the smarmy guy with the bow tie. I don't even know his name. A weird kissing/naked sort of dream that left me feeling even more harried. Why him? Couldn't it have been George Clooney, instead? Yep, it's time for my husband and I to have a little one-on-one time.

Too much exercise yesterday to fight off the five or so pounds I think I put on during vacation. I'd become a slug from not moving enough and now I feel like I've been beat up. I can barely walk and the arms...oh, sore shoulders, too.

Can someone come over and lift the sixty pounds of laundry I need to get downstairs and into the washer?

I'm a day late, but excited to see the last post worked--twice. Even with the misspelling. Groceries. There.

Dreamt about sleeping late and having to rush to get the kids back to school on the first day after spring break. Yes, dreams do come true. We all overslept. We're still on west coast time. We rushed, we griped, but we made it before the bell rang.

I have so much to do and all I wanna do is sleep.