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Sunday, December 07, 2003

uuuuuurrrrrgggggghhhhhh

T's birthday party was this afternoon. The crowning glory of the birthday present stack (even more brilliant than the atomic-synchonized solar-powered watch I got him) is the Lego-wannabe M1 tank. It has about five zillion pieces. OK, so it's more like 850, close enough. Almost as soon as the last guest was off the porch they began sorting (don't worry, Debi; we weren't glad to see you go, I promise). T predicts that he and LT will have it built by 9:00 p.m. You may note from the time of this entry that that is just over two and a half hours away. I am dubious. My tummy didn't appreciate getting a chunk of pecan pie (leave it to T to request pecan pie and cheesecake for his birthday dessert instead of cake) after nearly a week of strict dieting, so I am going to to bed. My prediction, however, is that there will still be sorted Lego-wannabe-pieces, along with a half-constructed tank, on my dining room table in the morning. We shall see; perhaps I'll end up eating my words. As long as I don't have to eat anything SWEET with them (oh, my stomach is lurching just thinking of the pecan pie, urrgh) I don't care.

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