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"My baby's got a secret..." |
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Monday, 10 April 2006 14:12 |
 Like I promised, here’s a picture of Baby Tessa; my sister’s cute new baby girl and my first niece. I love holding newborns; they can’t kick me away and they always tuck their heads into the underside of your elbow. I held her for only a short time on Friday night since I had to move without any explanation and I didn’t have much time to do anything but move my things from one apartment, to another. I almost pinched myself this weekend; I couldn’t believe I was so lucky. Moving really irritates me, especially unplanned tightly-scheduled moves. On Sunday morning, after I had moved most of my things, I left my office chair near my car since I figured that I could put another box underneath the chair. It wasn’t too long that I heard the wheel’s of the black leather chair rolling off into the distance. I jumped to the window to see where the rolling thunder and gone, but I was too late. Like most people would feel after being robbed, I was offended. I felt like writing an angry Alanis Morissette ballad, but instead opted to pout and drank a bottle of water. I decided to be positive and focused on the fact that I was finally done! I could go home and finish unpacking, relax… After taking a final glance around the apartment and bidding adieu, I plummeted down into the driver’s seat of my ill-fated Pontiac. After holding the clutch to floor, I turned they key expecting to hear the engine roar to life. Instead, I heard the soft sputtering of a failing engine as the interior lights flickered. My battery had died.
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