Why is it that everything in life happens on the same weekend. This last weekend, my son had a Webelos Pack campout. They have to have a parent along, or they can’t camp. It was the coldest day of the last year or more – 27 degrees, very cold for Houston. We also had grades due on Monday and of course we are smack in the middle of yearbook pages. Why does it always work that way?
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