Do you remember my super-cool, core-toning stabilizer ball chair? The one that was a hand-me-down from my sister, who also recently gave me a lovely desk? Well.


J was playing with a pencil. Why? There is no understanding this.

I was still in bed (natch), and when I came downstairs that morning, she seemed extra-tense and in an awfully big rush to get to school. I was still giving her good mornings when she caved and brought me over to my ever-so-slowly deflating ball and rotated it to reveal her attempted duct-tape patch job.


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