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About a month ago I was in utter chaos. I had been travelling a lot, I was looking for a new job, there was a problem with my bank account, I was trying to prepare for Easter (getting baskets for children, dying eggs for the church egg hunt, deciding which of my three aunts’ house I would go to for Easter dinner – or how I would spend time with all three, shopping for an outfit, etc.), I was trying to figure out whether I wanted a relationship with my fiance or not, there was nothing organized about me. Well I got ready to do my hair and had my comb, styling lotion, clips and that good stuff but couldn’t find my CURLING IRON. I looked everywhere – bathroom, couch cushions, under the bed, the laundry closet, behind the movies on the tv stand – nowhere! I even asked if it had been borrowed without my knowledge. Nope. So the other day I get a voicemail, “Good news!” I call back and the dern thing was in the cabinet…under the kitchen sink…at my mom’s house…on the other end of US









