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Spring Break Goal List:

1.  Change my winter closet to my spring/summer closet. Ugh, I dread doing this chore every year. Maybe we should sell our house and buy one with a bigger closet that will hold ALL my clothes for every season (this will happen)πŸ‘•πŸ‘–πŸ‘—πŸ‘™πŸ‘šπŸ‘žπŸ‘ŸπŸ‘ πŸ‘‘πŸ‘’.

2.  Clean up the landscape. Leaves, leaves, dead leaves...they need to be raked up and burned. I can't stand the smell of burning leaves but I love me clean landscape with fresh mulch. It means spring, flowers, and just a sense of newness ( this will happen...if it doesn't rain☔).

3.  Sleep, sleep, and more sleep. I love to sleep (this will happen for sure)!!!

4.  Start a diet...(this probably won't happenπŸ˜πŸ’œπŸ•πŸ¦πŸ¨πŸ©πŸͺ🍫🍬🍭)

5.  Watch lots of high school and Brody baseball...if it doesn't rain.

6.  RELAX!!!



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