As I uncrossed and crossed my legs at work yesterday, there was a slight pulling on my left thigh. If felt as if a small area had been waxed by some invisible troll hiding under my skirt. I reached my hand up my skirt to rub that area on my thigh, and felt something...I pulled it off, and looked. It was a Scooby-Doo sticker. A Scooby-Doo sticker. That reminds me: At school on Tuesday night, I reached into my school bag to get one of my books. Instead of pulling out a book, I pulled out Tinkerbell Barbie. That's what happens when you're a mom.
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