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• next to go on the purging track: socks. This is typically a January 1st ritual but due to finances, it had to wait a bit this year. The old, huge pile of mismatched, holed, stained socks gets tossed (maybe burned this year, wicked laughter) and everyone gets new ones. Like old Pilgrim with his burden on his back, mine tends to be that stupid sock pile. Yes, I know they could become sock puppets, cleaning rags, craft fodder. But more likely, if they stay around, they will get pulled back into the laundry rotation. They are my dirty little secret. Yes America, I am incapable of making socks last throughout a year. My kids don’t outgrow them; rather, they get lost, separated, or stained beyond repair. And no, I will not darn a sock that cost less than a dollar. It’s scrubbing out a pair of pooped in underwear that came in a “six for three bucks” pack. Throw the nasty things away! So, freedom is mine baby, and who cares if someone is out there shaking thier finger at me. They don’t do my laundry!
• Sarah, Sarah… I need a poem fix! A spring poem! Something to accurately describe this deliciously wet and bright rollercoaster weather! e.e.C or SCS…no matter. Got something?
• The best thing about having a case of the blues is the MUSIC. Last weekend David took W to see the Curious George movie and I read several reviews of the soundtrack, all of which described it as a CD that kids would love and so would their parents. Jack Johnson was nominated for a grammy (I think? Maybe even won?) and his guitar style is similar to John Mayer and Dave Matthews. Folksy and cozy and sweet. His voice is most like a dusty warm sunbeam on a lazy day. Great CD!

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