Yesterday I got home from work, made it through supper, saw the Husband off to his gig and the First off (with two friends) to his event. I dropped, exhausted, onto my yummy cushy bed, opened a new paperback, and had read half of one page when the Maker came skipping in to my bedroom, boinged onto the bed beside me, and brightly exclaimed, “Hey, Mom! Whatcha wanna do, read me a book?”
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