For the record: Timmy was never in the well.

If you were to fall off the planet tomorrow, who would have to clean up after you?

None of us expects to leave our home in the morning and never come back.  But what if we didn’t?  What would someone find?

This is a reason to make your bed. And to take those clothes off the treadmill or chair or wherever you put them instead of the closet, and put them away–it really only takes a few minutes.  And clean the dishes in the sink. I mean what could be worse than a loved one or friend or, God forbid, a stranger coming into your home without you being able to utter “don’t mind the mess”?

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I love a parade….

True confession: I was a drum majorette in my high school marching band.

For three years, I got to carry the big baton and lead the 50 or so members of the band as we worked football games and parades.

Did I not wear gloves? I should have…it would have looked cool.

My dress was a cream color, with a backing of satiny gold material on the underside of the skirt, so that if I happened to spin or even swish my hand past my skirt, spectators would be treated to a flash of brightness.  I don’t recall what I wore for panties, but there must have been something.  Yikes.

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