is the number of trips between my van and my parents' house that it just took to unload me, the kids, all our stuff, and Wal-mart sacks (yes, they are called sacks, not bags, in Oklahoma :)) and people wonder how I stay thin.
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I will have to give this a try. Perhaps I could carry one bag (ahem, sack) of groceries up the stairs at a time and watch my waist widdle away!
it's wicked cold up heyah!
Hattie
Margo, I think I'll try the bag thing. Um... I mean the sack thing. Sack, bag. Potatoes, Patatoes... Hugs from Maine from your friend Lisa
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