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It’s Friday dearest ones. I’m always surprised at how I make it to the end of the week, how I finish my laundry, how I clean my dishes. I wake up Monday morning longing for Friday to come and, POOF, it somehow arrives.

I have a lot to look forward to in the next couple of months. My dad is visiting me in 3 weeks. Two weeks after that is Thanksgiving. Four weeks after that is Christmas. One week after that is my birthday.

So, it looks like I’m in need of a skirt, one I can twirl in while my dad and I dance, which I know we’ll be doing a lot of.

My dad and I dancing at his wedding
(I was really bad at the time).

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