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i put a flag in pmk’s office ages ago to prove a point with ak. you know, the whole ‘why do liberals hate america’ thing. which for the record is completely untrue–we hate dubbya, not america, duh.

sorry, i digress.

pmk decided to display the flag in remembrance of 911. however, i think he ensured a string of bad luck for all of us by breaking the flag instead.just remember, pmk, it’s the thought that counts!

some new friends took me to lunch this weekend. this is the back of the car i was chauffeured around in. needless to say, they’re my new favorite people!

thursday nights have long been reserved for coffee club with my girls. last night, however, was a little out of the ordinary: the venue was mo’bux (orem) and in attendance were the twins, not the girls. when i was putting them to bed last night they wanted to go to starbucks, when i was getting them ready this morning they wanted to go to starbucks. i’m highly confident i’ve created an addiction. my job here is done!

at lunch today i commented on the large number of flags being flown throughout the city attributing it to 911– when from the back seat i hear pmk pipe in, “when is september 11?”

pmk, oddly enough september 11 just so happens to be on september 11th this year. weird, i know.

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i have been trusted with the twins while my brother and his wife are on vacation. this means living in utah county for the week, i can live with it knowing there is an end in sight. what i can’t live with is the fact i can’t find the damn starbucks or the fact my niece wears crocs. i’ve almost forgiven her because they are pink and hello kitty, however, they are still crocs.i let the kids sleep with me, which might be the reason i so badly needed coffee this morning. they woke me up a few times wanting drinks and other such “necessities”. at three am when hannah woke up requesting to watch a movie i told her it was still dark and we needed to go back to sleep so auntie sarah doesn’t need a hysterectomy, thankfully she obliged, though this morning as i was getting her ready she kept singing a shortened version of the word: “sterectomy” over, and over again.

this one’s gonna be hard to explain to my brother.

i immediately stopped tailgating him after seeing this.

i detoured through a sandy neighborhood today on my way back from yoshi-bux. i’ve been forced there before–if i remember correctly, jb dragged us excited about the display of patriotism.

we counted 20 flags displayed in front of homes. i made gagging noises while jb congratulated himself for living in a city which so proudly houses republicans. i think the city needs to rename it repub ave. it’s only fair to warn the public.

gross.