Watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off, I always had this sense that I was Cameron. I have grown and warmed to the idea and even though a mother of five probably has to live a bit more Cameron-esque life than a freewheeling spinster teacher, I feel like Ferris Bueller's best friend.
But in a very, very good way. The best possible way.
Within a minute (seriously, sixty American seconds) of posting about The Family Chick, I had five new hits. Those hits only escalated and as of now, I have more than three times the hits I normally have. Ladies, seriously, do you sleep?
Word (via Grandma) has come that things are better than expected and that they should be back in the OC by 8 or 9pm. They have their stuff, a rental van, and all their cuts and bruises.
Thanks for all your thoughts, I do hope you'll understand that I will tell her simply that "all your internet people send their best". She'll soon enough be reading all your thoughts.
Soon, soon, soon!
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I hope her father is doing OK. I'm the last to know anything (I live in a fog) and I appreciate you keeping us updated! LOL@Cameron. Stay away from swimming pools!
Glad I found your blog!
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