Today is my parents' 48th wedding anniversary. Hooray!
I have the sneeziest cold I've ever had. Bob had it, and Claire is at the end of hers, and I think I'm in the middle of mine. And my dad has it. I haven't had a sore throat or congestion, but I had a fever and now my nose runs and I sneeze ALL DAY LONG. Achoo.
Sunday night we had our friends Kristen and Dave over for dinner, and for dessert I made my mom's cold strawberry soup, which I had never had before, and it was yummy.
I've done a bunch of genealogy stuff with my dad this past week. My head has been full of ancestors lately.
We had Claire all set to start at one preschool in September (my third choice preschool out of three we applied to, but the only one that had an opening and accepted her last spring) and were in the middle of a flurry of paperwork when our first choice preschool called out of the blue and had a last-minute cancellation and, hence, a place, so now she's going there. I'm excited because it's very nice and much closer to our house. But I don't think getting into preschool should be like getting into Harvard.
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