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Estamos en casa de nuevo. Fue super triste salir de la playa, pero disfrutamos mucho los ultimos días de vacacion con una amiga mia de la universidad, su esposo, y su guaguita.

Lo pasamos bien saliendo en la lancha, a esquiar, usando kayaks, jugando putt-putt, y tomando vino, viendo peliculas, y jugando "The Really Nasty Horse Racing Game".

Fue triste empacar las cosas, limpiar la casa, y todo eso....Y tener que llegar a la casa nuestra y desempacar, guardar la ropa otra vez, ver cuanta ropa sucia hay, cuanto desorden hemos creado.

En otras noticias, el Pato se va el domingo, temprano, a California, para un campamento de coro. Estara allá 2 semanas. Invité las niñas a ver películas conmigo el sabado en la noche....uuuups. Hay que empezar a ir a la escuela para arreglar mi sala y prepararme para el año escolar....Uf. Hay que cenar con mi mama hoy, e ir con ella a target este fin de semana....Lo triste es que estará loca la tienda con el fin de semana sin impuestos....

Igual, siempre disfrutamos de salir a comprar.

Y todavia estoy esperando una noticia personal....tendré que seguir esperando, porque no hay forma de apurarla.

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