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I know I normally post on Fridays but Anna's birthday party is tomorrow and I'm trying to turn hard-boiled eggs into penguins and my youngest daughter just pulled the loaf of sandwich bread off of the counter and started riding it like a pony so I wouldn't say we're in crisis mode exactly but we're definitely getting close to OH MERCY NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO SEE HOW WE ACTUALLY LIVE mode. ("Wow!" you're certainly thinking, "She neither works nor pulls off domestic feats? How does she not do it all?" I know. It's a preternatural gift, the astounding not-doing of things.)

Anyway, here is a picture of the birthday girl, for my mother.