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5th Day of Christmas

Sunday, December 11, 2005 10:55 PM CST

On the fifth day of Christmas
We bring you this good cheer.
Five golden rings we can't afford
at this special time of year.

Secret Santa strikes again, via Mimi. A lovely bottle of Meier Sparkling Spumante! A fizzy, festive, non-alcoholic treat so we can all enjoy it together.

I'm suspecting Aunt Mindy more and more. These cards look suspiciously like birthday party invitations and birth announcements that I've seen before.

Packaged up and delivered tons of fudge today. Peppermint-chocolate layered, peanut butter/chocolate layered, and Irish Cream. Yummy!

Kenny came back from Leadership Camp. He was walking on air. He was so excited. He obviously had a really great time. He got lots of notes, not only from family, but from teachers and friends. Many notes mentioned how they see Dave in Kenny and how proud they are of him. I'm going to put them in an album for him. By the way, he was impressed that I drove up the mountain.

It's funny, I didn't realize how much I missed him until he got back. I didn't worry about him this time. Cody and Amy were there, I knew he'd be okay, and he LOVES the cold and the snow. Usually I fret (at least a little) when one of my chicks isn't in the nest. I guess one of us is growing up. Maybe both. But it sure was great to see his smiling face come bouncing up the walk!

Kate's better. Rat's nest gone...for the third time! Zach spent the weekend socializing with friends, I have to make an appointment to see him these days.

Hugs to you all,


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