Done.

Just spent twelve hours finishing up my mom's place. It's (almost) spotless enough to have made her happy, though the basement and garage didn't get done; then again, I hadn't really expected them to.

Kids sad to say goodbye. Both teary. I got a bit teary myself, especially after twelve hours of sifting through memories and knick-knacks and random stuff. Just something about seeing my little guys in pain and not being able to do a damn thing about it really gets to me.

So strange to say goodbye to my childhood.

Correspondence on the fly

Dear Kids:

Wish Mama could be there for trick or treating tonight. First Halloween I've missed. Night classes don't sound like such a bright idea right now.

- Mama

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Dear School:

Yes, I'm taking it seriously. You don't have to 'thank me for my support.' I actually do think my kid's serious misbehaviour at school warrants you calling me and merits a pretty hefty response from both of us as parents.

- Justin's Mom

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Dear Angry Young Cynic:

God, sweetie, let it go. Bush bad, racism worse, world going to hell in handbasket. Yes, we got it, really we did.

- Increasingly Impatient Classmate

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Dear Common Law Academic Affairs Office:

Your website? The one that said we had till October 31 to hand in our Major Paper Registration Form? Was good.

Your form? The one that said the deadline was October 29 and no forms would be accepted after that date?

WTF???

- Student With Fastest-Growing Ulcer

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Dear Bank:

Um... my bank draft? Hellooooooo?

- Curious Customer

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Dear Angry Young Cynic:

No seriously. Let. It. Go.

- Classmate Rolling Her Eyes