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Out of practice

Oy, I’m out of practice. Keeping track of kids, I mean. The door has been spinning all day with this one and that one coming or leaving. Just a while ago, they all left the house. And then another one showed up wondering where they were. I had no idea so I sent him on his way. A minute later I heard something drop on the floor above the kitchen and then noticed an array of shoes lined up by the door. They came back and I didn’t hear them. They whipped out their cell phones trying to track the poor fellow down, with my apologies added. I felt the slightest bit foolish. I hope he doesn’t think I didn’t want him here.

Well, soon there will be fresh cookies out of the oven. Least I could do, y’know? Only two dozen per recipe. Bet they won’t last long enough to cool off. I forgot how much lads eat. It wasn’t too long ago that I finished up the dishes after feeding rather more mouths than I’d planned for. It was kind of fun watching them shovel it in, though.

Posted on 12/18/06 at 10:04 PM
 




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