A demanding nine-year old, two teenagers and a menopausal mom have emotions running a little wild in our house, these days, as the back-to-school jitters set in. Lately, it seems someone is always mad at somebody, but there's nothing like the promise of new shoes to make everybody get along for a spell.
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| "What do you think?" |
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| "Do I look like a star?" |
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| Hollywood getting smart. |
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| "Sob. I can't find the shoes I'm looking for." |
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"Those ones, near your head?'
"Oh, ya, those ones. Thanks, Mom." |
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| Word. |
And, with our shoes tucked safely under our arms, the shoe shop magic wears off and the camaraderie disintegrates.
Oh well, it was nice while it lasted!
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