I’ve painfully begun to realize that I am a total product of my generation. I e-mailed a couple people on my morning break and was chomping at the bit to check my e-mail on my lunch hour to see if any one’s gotten back to me and nothing, and I know I’ll be racing to check my e-mail again this afternoon. The agony of not having my computer available at home, I’ve even resorted to checking it on my cell phone on the way home… What can I say I guess I have a need for instant gratification?
When I was little Mom had one of these to put out every Christmas. I remember her tossing it out having fixed its hot glue after every warm summer in the shed, she wasn't particularly attached to it but I was. Having collected enough baby food jars (finally) I put it together this weekend! Looks just like I remember it and now it is sitting in my closet awaiting its debut next weekend!
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