“I love this! You’re gonna sell it?” my daughter Holly exclaimed. I cringed as she admired the yellow bud vase I’d hoped to unload in our garage sale last month. Deciding it will look great in her bedroom after the room is painted baby blue, she promptly peeled off the price-tag. The vase wasn’t the only thing reclaimed.
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Crocs and Croc-wannabe's are springing up everywhere again, which reminds me of an encounter I observed between Holly and the fashion police.
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My kids both play soccer, so our Saturdays are spent driving from pillar to post and cheering from the sidelines. It's a blast -- unless it’s your turn to bring the half-time snack and you drop the ball.
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My mom would hate for me to sing her praises with flowery tributes or cliched sentiments, so I won't.
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