On an overcast morning, with the slightest nip detectable in the air, summer ended. Awash in different shades of blue, bulging knapsacks strapped on not yet tired shoulders, all newly shod, the girls waited for their buses. Different ages, different worries, some social, some academic, others just logistical (how will I know which bus to go on to get home?). Some seemed so blase it was evident they have completed more school years then they have in front of them.
They all came home happy, and basically on time. I waited to hear who got which teachers, and my own worries were laid to rest. Let's hope for a productive year. And needless to say, summer can't come back quickly enough.
I need to go make lunches.
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A sad truth, FBB. It is 100%, officially, completely, absolutely over. It's also true that once it is 100%, officially, completely, absolutely over, it doesn't come again until you are 100%, officially, completely, absolutely sure it isn't coming again. And then, before you know it, it is 100% blah, blah, blah over.
One important thing, though. Did you forget about Iceberg Carwash's birthday? In case you don't believe me, look in your archive. FIRST POST was posted by you exactly one year ago, September 10th, 2008. The all important birthday of the best blog around was almost forgotten! Bring out the cake and Ice(berg) cream! Reread and celebrate the best posts ever! Eat, drink, and be merry!
Oh yeah, one more thing. When are you going to start giving away the T-Shirts?
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