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Here I sit on October 25th, in Chicago, wishing I had taken photos of the October mail that had arrived before I left for this impromptu trip to spend a week doing things to help my daughter and family. It's heartwarming (to me) and frustrating as all get out (to my daughter) that my grandson will not eat store-bought pumpkin muffins. He only eats the ones we make from scratch. Mom and dad think they taste exactly the same. He will not even try one.
To be honest - it takes me back to the days when my daughter was home from college and threw a college aged fit when I pulled out a pan of store bought lasagna. At least she remembered the incident and after she hatched her own offspring, she made a point of extending a sincere apology - explaining that she had a new appreciation for what moms endure.
I am drinking coffee and have nothing to do for over 3 hours - so, maybe I can come up with something more interesting. We'll call this series *Drivel*
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