When you get so busy that you run into yourself coming in the door just as you're leaving, you know that you've reached middle age. Saturday found me cleaning the grandbaby up from the mud just in time to pour the second-to-the-last daughter (the one graduating and going to Germany to get a glimpse of the world before starting a dental assistance program in the fall) into her senior prom dress. What happy, happy hectic-ness at the Hermitage...
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