Tuesday, August 11, 2009

"Mommy never plays sports."

Those were the words uttered by Connor when I passed on playing tennis with him, Chris and the girls. Sad. My child thinks I don't play "anything."
Nope, right now, this woman you know as your mom - the one with the 30 pound belly and back pain - is going to sit this one out...
Kids are funny. But hell, no, I'm not playing tennis tonight. I think I'll relish in the quiet solitude of the house.
Who am I kidding? Time to get some laundry done! ;)

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Tracey's bookshelf: read

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
The Girl Who Played with Fire
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest
My Sister's Keeper
Nineteen Minutes
The Pact
The Tenth Circle
Change of Heart
Keeping Faith
Handle with Care
House Rules
More Than It Hurts You
Amy and Isabelle
A Prayer for Owen Meany
A Widow for One Year
The 158-Pound Marriage
To the Lighthouse
Between the Acts
A Room of One's Own, and Three Guineas
The Help

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