Dear Universe: Why can't I say no ? Why do I volunteer for everything ? Why am I field trip mom ? When I move to Hotlanta...my new word is "no". Unless, someone suddenly invites me to Europe...and his name better be David Cameron !
Dear Democratic Convention: I have no idea what to expect, but it sounds pretty dang fun ! My fear is I will be volunteering with teenagers or college students...will I be the token old lady ?
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| I have this book...have I read it ? Do I understand it? |
Dear Mr. Jimmy: Okay, I placed bids on two items on your silent auction....what am I going to do with an US Naval Academy Yearbook ? I dreamed I met you the other night...you were quite nice. So, if I volunteer at your museum/library will I get to meet you and Mrs. Jimmy ?
Dear T: It's actually all good.
Dear Shal and Jules: Thank you for helping me yesterday with Alice The Dog, are you sure you don't want to drive to Utah ? You can stay in my mother's hotel room !!
Dear Fletcher/Tufts Magazine: I bought you yesterday. The articles looked great, the magazine is beautiful, but really if I can't read the economist right now...when am I going to read your magazine ? I might as well file it with the Naval Academy yearbook under " to be glanced at in two years".
Dear Realtors: Someone please tour my house and sell it ASAP before I lose it....seriously....the acne and the consumption of sweets is not helping my health what.so.ever !
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