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Anna's poor dear mother is really sick today. Let's hope she feels better soon.
One of the in-laws' neighbors found out Anna's mother was sick and made dinner for the family. She sent over meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, biscuits, and cake. There are some mighty decent people in this part of the world (even if they do occasionally shoot their grandchildren's animals).
One of the ladies at Brown's Corner invited all the kids to make cookies today. Anna and I tagged along because we still feel like little kids. We made little turkey cookies out of Oreo cookies, mini Reese's, and candy corn. We broke about a million Oreos in the process.
Anna is feeling kind of funny right now. Hopefully she's not getting sick.
I don't really have anything to say.
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I did receive an email from a faithful reader, yesterday. He wanted to inform me that he seemed to be in the beginning stages of shoulder-hurts-when-I-move-my-neck disorder. Naturally, I found this news devastating. I could offer him only the smallest amount of comfort, but I assured him that at least now he could plan his own funeral. He could even sound out fancy decorated invitations, as though it were a wedding.
People who don't read this blog: My sister
My sister doesn't read this blog. I wouldn't care if she did. I even sent her the link once, but I'm not sure she actually knows what the internet is. This is what my sister knows: a. shoes b. her boyfriend. I'm not sure my sister knows anything else. This girl once gave me the ipod that came free with her Mac because she had no use for it. The only music she listens to are these awful mixes compiled by her diminutive boyfriend. She has a facebook account, but I'd be surprised if she checks it more than a few times a year. This is also the girl who could have chosen to take a car to college, but she didn't because she would rather walk the two miles to school in her high heels than take the time to scrape the windows in the morning. Yes, this is also the girl who wears high heels every day of her life. Actually, I give her heels too much credit by calling them "high heels." They are more accurately termed "stripper heels." I love my sister. She's very smart. But I'm fairly convinced that she doesn't think.