Susan Bundlie

<<(I've met Eric, and Susan and their daughters, and they are just about the
coolest family you can imagine.>>

I came home yesterday, after having been gone for hours, with five grocery
bags full of stuff to be put away. The dishes hadn¹t been touched, the
animals hadn¹t been fed and my youngest daughter was waiting by the door for
the car so she could go out with her friend.

My oldest daughter began the process (several days ago) of unpacking her
travel backpack and sorting through old bags of her stuff and there are
shirts and pants and books and papers all over the floor in our music room.

My husband finally purchased our first snow blower and just discovered it¹s
missing an important part, but can¹t find the receipt to prove he even
bought it in the first place. (Admittedly not like him.) We¹ve expecting
more than six inches of snow this afternoon.

I¹m writing the script for our theater group¹s next performance and the
auditions are in two days. I¹m only through the first act and still don¹t
know if I¹m even going to include two or three characters or how I¹m going
to end it.

The sheets need to be changed, the dog needs a bath, the cats¹ nails need to
be cut, I have a stack of papers I¹m afraid to look in because I might
discover something I should have taken care of long ago...and my right
nostril is dripping.

I ate a baker¹s dozen chocolate chip cookies at 11 o¹clock last night and
went into the freezer to get the rest to have for breakfast this morning
(they were gone).

Susan, not feeling very cool (but thanks anyway, Sandra)