Some kids get pancreatitis. Some get slickensides. Most have imaginary finger pens.

Summer does not officially start until June 21, yet I have already spent four hours next to a pool. (Reminder: I don’t swim and being around water is a HUGE anxiety poker. The fact that I survived with nary a twitch is monumental. I give credit to the company and the dips, beans, and phyllo pizza.)

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The latest Sedaris book arrived late last week and I’ve already requested the audiobook from the library. Some of the essays are hitting me hard, and I need to hear David Sedaris reading them to me. Maybe more than once.

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I started this Waves in the Square Shawl on September 15, 2009 and the fact that it isn’t yet finished is such crap. Hit that link and just look at how pretty it will be. This is the shawl that is going to make me embrace pink again! (Pink and I have had a bit of a falling out. It’s nobody’s fault, really.) Anyway, the goal is to not put the project bag back into the closet, because when that happens I tend to not pull it out again for at least two years.

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I’m devoting most of the day to the Scripps Spelling Bee preliminary rounds. I’ve gone from pajamas to clothes and from coffee to water flask and the bee blazes on. I would invite people over to watch with me, but as my kids can tell you: If anyone speaks during the bee, I lose my head. (I don’t lose my head often. Spelling bees stir up all of my emotions.) ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>

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