Who knew birthdays could be so much fun?
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I find it odd that, as a child, May Day was a pretty big deal around our parts (that is, small town America), but I haven’t heard a thing about it for years. We’d decorate little baskets (often handmade out of colored construction paper, if I recall), fill them with treats, then get carted around
2008-2009 plain ‘ol sucked. We couldn’t get pregnant, made countless trips to the fertility office (I could make the drive in my sleep – almost literally), Pete wrecked the front end of his car, my car was out of commission, per our insurance company we had to do a fast roof replacement on the house,
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