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Miracles Never Cease

Yes, Yes, I am posting again.

I am so damn excited that today is Christmas Eve. I can not wait for the kids to get up in the morning and come down the stairs.

Clint got my Christmas present yesterday. Quincy....Sugar Glider #2. Stitch was so very happy to have a friend and I was so very happy stitch would not die of loneliness. Quincy is quite the jumper and glider. We had so much fun last night just letting him jump from person to person. I guess I will have to post a picture of my newest baby.

I am starting pre-school with the kids in January. I have been busy looking for websites with printouts and teaching ideas. I am really excited to get them on a more structured learning schedule. They thrive on their current schedule, but I think they need just a bit more structured time throughout the day.

Clint's parents are coming to visit the weekend of the 6th and I am REALLY looking forward to that. I am so lucky to have in-laws I get along so well with and are so fun to be around. I tell you what, they are a hoot.

Merry Friggin' Christmas to all and to all a stiff drink. Bwhahahahaha Oh shit....Happy Hanukkah, Kwanza, Winter Solstice, and of course Atheist Day. Hee Hee!!!!

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