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Saturday is - deep breath - The Wiggles. Yes you heard me right. I, PBS, am going to the Wiggles. I am afraid. Deeply afraid. I have not had children, I can't have children. I spend an average of about a hour a year in the company of small children. But saturday, like a trooper, I am helping my BFF take her nephew (17 months!) to see the show. Now, I do get headaches if I hear children crying/screaming on the TV so I can't imagine what it will be like in a huge concert arena (HSBC) with 10,000 of them. We have "good seats." Honestly, what are good seats for this? Away from the youngsters? Ones with earplugs?
I asked if the bar was going to be opened.*

Yesterday I had both a wake and a birthday dinner to go to. A very odd combination. Sadly someone I had volunteered with passed away. She was a nun and had lived all over the world teaching the poor and impoverished. She had a very special way about her. It broke my heart to hear she suffered so with her cancer. She had a wonderful life and left quite an impression.
Then it was on to the BD. The dinner ended up so nice. The food - sooo good. I might have an idea for a place for Tad's BD dinner!







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