I haven't seen anymore spots on me, so I'm hoping it's just some fluke thing.
Ben's Mom and Bre are on their way here. The kids are anxiously awaiting their arrival. Ben is cooking soft pretzels downstairs. I need to figure out what I'm making for dinner. I was going to do chicken soup, but it's getting late...I'll get it started anyway, if nothing else, the stock will be ready for later.

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