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Never No Clorie

 That is what Tim always calls me. Never no Clorie. I let myself get lured into things I don't really want to do, because I feel badly saying no. I have gotten better, honestly I have gotten SO much better... I still have the nickname.

 I was supposed to have tomorrow off, think I blogged about that. Yeah. I am working now. She begged, I need the money anyway, I will probably be bored.... at home... with no kids or husband... Yeah, sure I would have just been bored, and I need the money anyway! So I said yes. Blah.

 Went to Kohles today and got some really good deals :) I love that place. They picked up my trash, finally. I have had this ANNOYING twitch in my eye, off and on ALL day. That is annoying. So there was my day. Hannah was feeling better today. That was good. Hopefully she's all on the mend.

 Bailey and Tim leave tomorrow afternoon, so I am praying for a safe trip, and being thankful to the best father in law ever, for the use of his more reliable, truck. Have I ever mentioned I have the best father in law ever???

 So there ya have it. I am taxi mom this weekend, I can feel it already. A friday fun night, mall plans, sleepovers... I guess I should not complain, I had the last 2 weekends off from taxi mom for the most part...<> Its almost the weekend, this week has flown!

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