Aiiiiyeeeeaiiiiyowyowyow! That’s the sound of me jumping up and down all over my living room and dining room, waving my hands and stomping my feet. It ain’t pretty. Both cats are now under the bed.
Sandy and Don were the two who put me over the top. Bless your hearts, both of you, ALL of you. Greta, honey, you were right. It happened. And how.
I’m changing the donate button over there to direct to the Team 911 pledge site (“The only thing we’re used to running is a hot bath”). If you’d still like to donate, it’ll go to getting my three fabulous wonderful coworkers to the run. And you’ll still get my undying thanks and your name listed and some stitch-markers, to boot.
IT’S NOT EVEN JULY YET! I thought I’d be struggling with this until, like, November.
Bless your hearts, every one of y’all. Love love love.
Aaaayoweeyowweeeeeeeeaiiiiiiaaaaaioooooooohooogah! I have to go try to calm down…. No, why bother? Yipppppeeeee!
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