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From Bonzo tonight:
There's something growing in my tummy.
It's a fruit.
There's something growing in turtle's tummy.
It's a vegetable.
I am waiting with bated breath for the birthday playdate this week, to find out which of Bonzo's preschool friends' mommies is pregnant. There has been a LOT of "I'm sick because something is growing in my tummy" talk. It is not coming from me.
In other news, I have been writing. I have been writing and deleting blog posts, I have been writing difficult emails, I have been writing checks and grocery lists, and I have *not* been writing writing samples. I have about three days to get to work on this. OY, let's get moving here!
There's something growing in my tummy.
It's a fruit.
There's something growing in turtle's tummy.
It's a vegetable.
I am waiting with bated breath for the birthday playdate this week, to find out which of Bonzo's preschool friends' mommies is pregnant. There has been a LOT of "I'm sick because something is growing in my tummy" talk. It is not coming from me.
In other news, I have been writing. I have been writing and deleting blog posts, I have been writing difficult emails, I have been writing checks and grocery lists, and I have *not* been writing writing samples. I have about three days to get to work on this. OY, let's get moving here!