Wes is a chip off the old block. He goes coo-coo over X and let me tell you, he goes over the top with X. He eventually tires of X after logging the hours, then moves on to Y, and so on--this reminds me of someone else I know and love, Husband. Right now every piece of paper is at risk of being folded. Therefore my desk is a hazard (yeah, my whole feng shui experiment thing comes and goes). But today I benefited from the current obsession and got this. Happy Mother's Day indeed!
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