So the day which our Foster is to leave marches towards us, unrelenting and looming like a vulture waiting for a carcass to finally die. That may be a tad over dramatic. Really, we are waiting for the word "go". It will be a sad day in this household.
In other news, this weekend past, everyone has been the recipient of a good cold. The teens are mostly recovered, but I finally have it, and it's nasty. I feel so good, I feel like shopping at a mall in Kenya.
Also, a final thought... I'd rather raise teen boys compared to teen girls.
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