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7:34 a.m. - 2008-12-04 For whatever reason, whenever I hear this Album I am reminded of my Senior year in College and I was *dating* a boy I had met in Yakima over the summer. He owned this CD and I was shocked but approvingly let him listen to it everytime we went out. I sure was a silly girl, that relationship lasted way too long. I think I just liked the idea of ending up in Yakima. If I were to convince Wade that Yakima isn't the strangest Town in existence and got him to move out of the 500 mile radius enforced by his parents we would live in the Yakima Mansion. Have I told you are this house? I really don't know all that much about it other than it is Beautiful and Charming and has a Carriage House out back. I have driven past it too many times and from the street I can tell that, that house will be the answer to all my problems. If I could just get my hands on that house, I would never have another bad day. I would never overeat,I could have 29 perfect children, a supermodel body, do all the laundry including ironing, make the bed in the morning and never have a cranky day. I need that Mansion. Especially after the day I had yesterday. I skipped out on Relief Society in the name of self preseveration. My list yesterday was arduous and I started eliminating things from the to-do list in effort to still have some sanity by the end of the day. I only made it until 4. I was in the Grocery store with a sleepy hungry fussey baby, when a migraine hit without any of my normal warning signs. I usually have about 30 minutes of blochey vision and my fingers and hand go numb before my brain shuts off. Not this time. There I was in Smith's without a functioning brain a half a cart foodstuffs. I finally gave in and cried along with Wyatt and left the store without completing my list.
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