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On your mark, get ready, get set, RUN!!!

yes, I know.  That's supposed to say "Go."  But we go all the time. This week, we are running.
I have some work-work to do (the kind you get paid for) in addition to some long overdue laundry. I'm excited about it (the work, not the laundry), and am curious to see how long it will take to corral my scatterbrained thoughts.
I would LOVE to have all my work finished by Thursday night so I can head to Sanford Friday morning. The Quilting and Fiber Art Marketplace  is taking place this Friday and Saturday. http://quiltersgallery.net/the-quilting-and-fiber-art-marketplace-directions-vendors-from-2010-and-hotel-info/  If you scroll down past the hotel information, it lists the 40 vendors who will be there and what their specialties are.  I can't go Saturday since we have a baby shower (Bobby's about to be a great-uncle for the fifth time...and two more coming before the year is out!), so I would really like to make it there and browse half the day away on Friday. And if you flip through the pages, there's even a coupon making the admission price only $4. :) I love coupons!
I hope everyone else had an easier time getting up and out the door this morning! After a week and a half of vacation/holiday time, we (I) had gotten quite spoiled! But I only had someone out the door five minutes late this morning, so I guess I did okay.  Upward and onward! :)

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