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Last night the internet was totally down.  Like couldn't get a signal.  Which I took as a divine sign that I wasn't meant to write--I mean, when the Universe sends you a message--You LISTEN!

So, I curled up and fell asleep in three minutes.  Not a joke because it was an insane day (do I write this all the time?  I'm pretty sure I have an insane day EVERY day) and great all at the same time.  Popcorn about did me in, Thank you Phoebe.

But as result of everyone working really hard together and the INSANE generosity of all our friends, Phoebe now has almost 3/4 of her costs covered!!  THANK YOU EVERYONE!  Honestly, we are totally feeling the love (I mean, mostly Phoebe, but I can't tell you how much I feel it too!  Makes my heart feel all melty and soft and so grateful . . . )!

Blessing.  I don't even need to look for these.  They're just hitting us right in the face.

Which brings me to another bit of awesomeness:  John starts work on Monday.

True story.

You may all do a happy dance and shout out loud "glory glory hallelujah!" because I can't stop!

And . . . Phoebe got asked to Prom.

So, yeah, blessings.  BLESSINGS.
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