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THE GOOD:

1. PJ is officially a high school graduate. He has his diploma and everything. I'm so proud. And extremely relieved. Becka and I are planning a party to celebrate PJ's graduation, and to give everyone a chance to see him before he leaves for boot camp. We're even going to send invitations. (Hey, this is big. I almost never plan a party enough time ahead to get the invitations mailed.) Just in case I miss you and you want to come, please give me a hollar. (We're not experienced invitation mailers, so I thought I'd throw that in here.)

2. Michelle and I were finally able to get together and record another podcast episode. So Spun in the Sun should be updated by Wednesday -- be sure to listen!

3. Jacey, aka Insubordiknit, is going to be holding a spinning workshop in NYC in August. This is a definite possibility for me, and I'm already getting excited about going. Just think -- I might actually get to learn how to use my spinning wheel!

THE BAD:

1. I think my shower has a leak. Twice now there's been a puddle of water in the kitchen, and this time we saw water stain on the ceiling. Now I have to stop procratinating and get the rugs replaced so that I can call the landlord to look at the leak.

2. My daughter and her friend are grounded for the week (or longer). They decided to sneak out of the house the other night. They only got caught because my son went down for a drink of water and noticed the door was unlocked. The girls got snagged when they tried to break in (which they thought would be safer than calling and waking me up). My son, who was getting his phone to call 9-1-1 on the break in offered to finish the call for their murders.

THE UGLY:

1. I found a home for Millie, and they took her this weekend. It's a good thing, actually the best thing for Millie. She needs a family that can afford to take care of her properly and that has the time to devote to her. But it has been one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do. Just thinking about it makes me start to cry again. (And the kids aren't talking to me.)