It's the second day of the neck migraine trying to take hold. At least I'm up and around today. Yesterday the morning was lost to sleeping the neckache away.

Everett asked if he could take a bag of the perogies I helped make last week, so the boys stopped in with their dad and his girlfriend after Everett got a haircut the other day.

I don't care how many people have insisted he is the spitting image of me. I do not see it; I do not even see a resemblance!

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