Drew and I were discussing what needs to be done around here this weekend (Rachel has a birthday party to go to on Saturday afternoon, and we plan to spend Sunday looking to replace our kitchen table chairs, which are, literally, falling apart). Plus I'm trying a new recipe this weekend: Scotch broth.
Yeah, the holidays and my Africa trip are definitely over. Time to get back into a routine.
Anyway: Rachel piped up: "So my suggestion is, sweep the house, sit by the heater and rest...and paint the telephone."
And then she collapsed in a fit of giggles.
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Also tonight, Rachel finished her dinner lickety-split.
"Guys, can we chat?" she asked. "Since I finished my dinner."
"What do you want to chat about?" Drew asked.
"I want to tell you what I did at school," she said.
"When I asked you before what you did at school, you said 'nothing' and that you hid under a table!" Drew said, exasperated.
"I played with the refrigerator," Rachel said. "And I made a letter."
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