On friday, I went to Cheryll's school's fundraiser. It was an all-you-can-eat pasta night. The food wasn't bad and it has been years since I have had orange drink. We walked down the road to pick up Owen from daycare so he could join to party. As soon as we got our food, Owen reached over and grabbed a handful or noodles in one hand and spilled Cheryll's punch with the other. Then he grabbed some spaghetti off the plate of a woman walking by. We were cracking up. I sat down on the bench and one end went flying up and I fell onto the floor. Thank goodness I had already put my food down on the table. I sure don't miss that cafeteria seating. In the silent auction, Owen and I bid on a bunch of goodies baskets, but I don't know if we won anything yet. Cross you fingers that I get the 'haircuts for a year' prize. Patrick needs it!
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