Every time I think I’m done

There’s more.  Katie’s hitting me up for more cash again.  And if I ask her to get a job I am evil.


I guess I’ll wear my green dress for St Patrick’s Day.

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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  1. Don’t know if it helps, but you’re not alone. We have NOT yet convinced Jenn that part-time, or at least summer employment, would be the ticket to defray the costs of her tuition and living expenses. She’s finished her undergrad this Spring with Grad school to follow. Round table discussions, budgets drafted … heavy sigh.

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