This picture does not illustrate my post, but aren’t they cute?
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I brought home two refrigerator boxes for my kids to play with. Last night, they built a hut out of a Papasan chair turned upside down and tonight they mentioned that they needed a way to make another room. I thought of the refrigerator boxes I’d left at church when we didn’t need them for Vacation Bible School last summer.
So I went to church tonight to skulk around the storage room to retrieve the boxes. They weren’t there, so I tried all the other nooks and crannies in search of them. I ended up in the church garage and stood in one spot scanning in vain for the boxes. Then, just as in a horror movie, I looked up and spotted the refrigerator boxes directly above my head, lurking like some monster in the rafters.
I’m a relatively tall girl, so I managed to finagle them down without breaking my neck.
My family room floor is now wall-to-wall cardboard and I can see that the weekend will be filled with flashlights and pillows and hiding spaces, which is a perfect way to spend a rainy weekend if you are a kid.
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For the record, if I get another recorded political telephone call I may scream. Why do politicians think they might influence my vote with a recorded telemarketing call? I already voted anyway–in my district, we vote with absentee ballots. So stop calling me! I am also sick to death of political ads on television. I can’t wait until the election is over. At this point, I don’t even care about the outcome. I just want the ads to stop.
And with that, this comes to an abrupt end. I am so happy the weekend is imminent, even though rain is destined to fall endlessly and I will spend two hours at a chlorine-scented birthday party.