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And then I got this email a few minutes ago:
Piper is sitting here at the desk scribbling on a notepad while I work on the computer.
"What are you doing," I ask.
"Writing a note. It for Sam," she says.
"Is he your special friend?"
"Yeah, he going to marry me. ALL DA TIME!"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah... but not this morning."
"No? When will that happen?"
"Umm, later. After Brenna get home from her school. Maybe Saturday. Ummm, Fursday. He marry me Fursday. Yes."
"How do you know he wants to marry you?"
"Because he want to! ...Fursday."
It seems like only yesterday they were just kids. Wait, they WERE just kids yesterday! Do you think two days is enough time to get a caterer, or should we just do popsicles?
--Josh