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Santa Mystery Continues

Saturday, December 10, 2005 10:09 PM CST

Hey all,

Well, new hints in the Secret Santa mystery. Today, our neighbor, Mimi delivered the package. So....our Secret Santa must be out of town this weekend. That leaves out Cindy and Deb, since I talked to both of them today. And Lisa, she's still home across the street. Hmmmm....

On the fourth day of Christmas
the calling birds have fled.
We hope you like this frame
that we have brought instead.

Inside a beautiful frame, cherry wood with black inlay. Gorgeous. And it goes perfectly in my house, so....another hint, they've been here before. Hmmm...wonder if Mindy is out of town? Peg denies it's her.

I think it's someone who scrapbooks because the little cards are sooo cute, with borders and stickers and little graphics. But I know a LOT of people who scrapbook.

Okay, let's take a poll. If you think you know who it is, write your vote in the guestbook. Deb votes for Alex, who denies it, but also said I was stupid to ask her over the phone because it's easier to lie over the phone than face-to-face. :-) What a crack-up.

Thanks to all who wrote letters for Kenny. I took them up to Tollgate today. Driving through the snow. By myself. In an unreliable car. EEEEEKKKK!!!! is all I can say about that. But I knew they just had to be there for the closing ceremony tomorrow. So I'm not sure if I'm a lousy mom for forgetting to get the letters in earlier or a great mom for having the guts to drive up a mountain to get them to him. No votes in the guestbook on that one, okay?

I'm trying to get a picture of the HUGE rat's nest in Kate's hair after laying in bed for six days. She's finally feeling better. I know because she's running away from me squealing, and she just stole my camera. Brattiness is a sure sign of returning health.

Love you all, Chelle


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