I might talk myself out of it by tomorrow, and I might not.�Buthellip;I think Irsquo;m going to make an appointment with my flat iron and a pair of scissors.�Irsquo;m ready for a changehellip;but I donrsquo;t really know what I want to do.�Sooohellip;wersquo;ll see what happens, I guess.
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Yrsquo;know what?�Forget tomorrowhellip;
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There.�I just went and cut off a good two inches.�Itrsquo;s probably not even or anything, but whatever.�Then tomorrow I can figure out what Irsquo;m going to do with the bangs and whatnot.�Irsquo;ll have to wet it down and flat iron it so it lays right and all of that fun stuff.�But itrsquo;s shorter nowhellip;just around my shoulders instead of just past my shoulders.�Irsquo;d willingly go about another half-inch shorter, but no more than that.
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Whateverhellip;
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With just the two signs at the end of our street and no ad in the paper, we ended up getting rid of a bunch of stuff at the yard sale.�A lot of baby stuff went.�Tons of baby clothes.�My big stroller, the umbrella stroller, both walkers, my Momrsquo;s pack nrsquo; play, her fold-up swing, her infant car seat, some toys, and the old lawn mower among other various things.
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Wersquo;re talking about doing another one in the Spring (and remembering to put an ad in the paper the next timehellip;).�Irsquo;m sure in addition to the stuff that was left from this weekend, therersquo;ll be more stuff to add to the sale pile in the Spring.�
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And I had this long-ass bitch session written out here a few seconds ago but deleted it.�Itrsquo;s not important.�Of course, there really isnrsquo;t anything I ever put in here of any importance to begin with.�Whateverhellip;
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I have decided Irsquo;m giving Andy a few more days to start putting the wheels in motion for our pipe dream, and if he hasnrsquo;t done anything with it, Irsquo;m doing everything myself.�Itrsquo;s probably a stupid idea anyway and I should just come to grips with the fact itrsquo;s not going to happen. �Which kind of sucks.�Whateverhellip;
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My husbandrsquo;s birthday is tomorrow, and I donrsquo;t even have a card for him, let alone a gift.�I suck.�Then again, I canrsquo;t recall what he gave me for my birthday, sohellip;�Yeah, I know, thatrsquo;s not the point.�And I will get him a card tomorrow while the boyrsquo;s in school.�Itrsquo;s just the idea that Irsquo;ve been sitting here trying to figure out a Christmas present to send to a relative stranger, yet I have nothing for my husband.�Prioritieshellip;I need them.
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Speaking of gift ideas, luckystar37, when we both get a minute, I have an idea I want to run by you.�You might be able to help more than Andy could last night.�He looked at me like I was out of my mind. :)�And I am, buthellip;�Irsquo;ll either message you or email you sometime this weekhellip;then that will all make sense
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Anyway, enough with my stupid ramblingshellip;itrsquo;s late and I should be heading to bedhellip;erhellip;yeahhellip;
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