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90 Day Policy?

 

I don't know how we've managed 90 sleeps without you!  
I'd like to take advantage of the 90 day return policy.  This arrangement isn't working out for me.  
Please inform the Heavens that I am filing a return, and I'd like you back at my current address for a full refund.😭 (I'll pay shipping and handling if necessary)

It's the first day of summer now.  
No more school bus for Jadon.

No more alarms for me!!! 

This would mean your last day of school is tomorrow.  The BEST part of your job, Mr. Hobi, is summers off!
What summer project should we do this year?
We would probably paint the fence.  The EQ Pres. is coming over, today actually, to talk about doing that for a project.  They came out in April and took down the old playground, removed the trees, emptied my bag of dirt to level the hill and moved the trampoline for me.  I've reseeded the north lawn and turned the basketball court into a Pickleball court! 
It's probably a good thing you aren't here to play Pickleball with me.  I'm pretty much a Pro already.  🤩
I took a few lessons at The Pickler.  You'd be toast. 
🤟
I hate that time is moving on.  It hurts to see the grass grow, my grey hairs grow, and the kids grow without you.
Stay close 😘
I LOVE YOU!


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