Ooh, send 'em to me! We'll run around, put on makeup, look at all the wildflowers, bake things, have sequential hissy fits...and in two weeks, after you've rested (except for having written a whole novel), I'll ship them back. Tears and laughter and lots of yummy hugs. Possibly a promise from your girls: "Mommy, mommy! We'll be good! Please don't send us back to That Lady. She's nice, but mom, she's weird!"
Mmmmm. What a wonderful dream. I'd truly love to. They would love that too. They are trusting and sociable little creatures, nice to everybody but their Mom. Well, actually they are often nice to me too...
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Oh, and all our friends are weird. They wouldn't notice.
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Oh, and all our friends are weird. They wouldn't notice.