Kids, this is no time to fight. I turn my back for five minutes and you're argy-barging while she's slipping into the cellar. For shame. You're both good Kids of Mom and you know it.

Today was company picnic buy the lake, and wrestling with contumacious ill-designed obstreperous software all afternoon.

I stayed up all last night finishing the Harry Potter finale. Read it in one sitting, about six hours straight, and sniffed my way to bed; a very satisfactory job. Grand stuff. Sigh. I want to go to Hogwarts, Mom.

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