288. And neither was Mr. Bug when he tried to cross the street without looking first, then ignored me when I told him to stay put.... because a car was coming.
286. I loved this:
285. Hearing Ms. Boo read.
284. Snuggling with Ms. Bao in my bed this morning. It was like the two of us fit together like the peices of a puzzle.
283. Stephanie.
282. Scrapbook nights with the girls.
281. Getting a handle on things through conversation with Jeana.
280. I have never suffered torture or torment at the hands of my government.
279. Sitting outside on the grass reading my book.
278. The kids can play outside.
277. Advil.
276. It. Got. Warm.
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