A bitch is mid-juggle and there are too many damn balls in the air!
Sigh.
Bitchitude shall return tomorrow…
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Balls. My speciality.
And lots are in the air. I don't go out.
Be good to yourself, if you can. I was juggling too many too, last spring, until the end of April when I had a stroke. I know I already lectured you about this once, but at least I 1.am consistant 2.care.
-Doug in Oakland
Ha, I use this analogy all the time. When people ask me, "How do you do it?" I say "I juggle, and sometimes I drop the balls."
This week I think some of the balls rolled under the couch.
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