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sleepover

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My daughter goes for a sleepover party.  It’s not her first yet still, the house feels odd without her.

The phone rings at 10:30 at night.

Oh oh.

I wait as I watch with big eyes as my husband picks it up:  hope nothing’s wrong.

He seems weird on the phone and says just a minute, hands it over to me.

“They asked for Mommy.”

My eyebrows go up.

I take the phone and say hello.

“Who is this?!” the grown woman asks crabbily.  When I tell her, she says she wants Joanna.  I tell her she has the wrong number.

The sleepover goes wonderfully.

 

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earth hour plus

earth hour plus
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Earth Hour fell on my son’s birthday.  He had a friend over for a sleepover so after dinner and a movie, right at 8:30, all lights were off, candles were lit and we played Uno.

Problem with old eyes and Uno is, the blue and the green are virtually indistinguishable from each other.  My husband and I looked liked aging old folk, trying to see the colours each time a card was played.

My daughter insisted it was Earth Hour+, so we play until 9:45.

 

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