Wednesday, January 28, 2004       ( 11:43 AM ) Lostcheerio   Dan just went to the closing on the red house. Meaning it is sold and gone. If I were less tired, crabby, overwhelmed with housework, and unable to take my little finger out of the baby's mouth lest she cry, I would be dancing on the ceiling. We are getting a VAN. Yes, a VAN. No more creaky smelly old truck that has mysterious battery ailments. NO MORE! Scuse me I'm going to unload/load the dishwasher, load/unload the clothes washer, sweep, get the maternity clothes loaded up and gone, vacuum, mop our bathroom, and then pick a color van I like. OOOOOOOOOO VAAAAAAAAN. And if you think I can't remember a time when I would have scorned, SCORNED, scorned with scoffing and scorn the idea of driving a van, you're correct. I can't remember that time. I think I was thinner, smarter, and had less children. But that's about all I recall from those hazy times. #

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