When I was a little Little Ms. Notetaker, I lived for Pee-wee's Playhouse on Saturday mornings. Ah, Pee-wee, the luckiest boy in the world.
Do you remember how there was a word of the day, and any time someone would unwittingly say it, the whole playhouse would erupt in mayhem? Yeah. That's how I feel about my life right now. Only, there's no word of the day, I just feel like I need to run around, arms flailing, screaming "Aaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhh!" And collapse into Chairy.
This mad mad month is reaching is reaching the boiling point and if I can just make it to Friday, I know I'll feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Come on, Jambi, please grant me that wish!
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