Thanks for: This Days End

Today was the annual Holiday potluck at church. As always they had great food, and good company of course.

The main drawback was that my calm, bashful-in-public child was a screaming mimi the whole time. We'd no sooner get her calmed down than some well-meaning soul would get up in her face and ask her what was wrong and she'd go off again. *sigh* The pastor especially has a knack for setting her off. Poor guy, he's really nice and loves the kids, but she just wasn't going to tolerate any sympathy from anyone today.

What was wrong was she hadn't had her nap out and she, as her father put it, woke up on the wrong side of the pew.

Hang on, she wants to type her side of the story.
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Yes, she did actually type all of that. 55555555555555 and this. Mostly she likes to turn the number lock light on and off. That really floats her boat.444444444444klllllll;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll666666666666666666666666666666666666666666666

OK Ellen, they believe you. Now let's watch Baby Einstien...after we check Mama's email.

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jel said…
I hear S was bugging her! :)

Go ellen!
December 7, 2008 at 5:57 PM
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