Sunday, March 30, 2008

If Only I Lived in Chicago.

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I never knew what to do with a pashmina before.
Now I know.

Last night Steve and I took Mom to the airport. Mom's final, sobbing words, "If you can EVER talk...give me a call."

Thanks, Mom.
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4 comments:

Aimee said...

Or the Middle East...

Is that bruising all down your chest?

March 30, 2008 at 11:54 AM
Steph & Steve G said...

Yes, I guess a little (no idea why)...but I screwed up the picture in Photoshop, so it looks worse by accident.

March 30, 2008 at 12:57 PM
laura said...

Aw she's gone. It must seem quiet. Especially at night (lol)

It is sad when family leaves though - you get so used to having them there.

Pics!

March 30, 2008 at 5:36 PM
stephanie said...

Yikes, about the bruising. Hopefully everything is healing up well!

March 30, 2008 at 7:00 PM

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