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None of Amy’s grandparents remembered her birthday with a phone call. One set had already given her a gift card with which we bought a sand/water table that has yet to be assembled.

I finally found some decent postcards (who knew that would be so hard) and dropped them in the mail where they will sit untouched until tomorrow because today is a federal holiday.

Noah has spent the entire summer whining and complaining about how bored he is if he doesn’t have a friend with him. It’s hard to listen to when Tommy has NEVER had a friend to play with him. The ten thousand toys in his room and the small forest we live in are useless unless Noah has a friend with him or he is at a friend’s house. Am I unreasonable to find this ridiculous?

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