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"Are you sure I can't go?" Ray whined, giving me those puppy dog eyes I couldn't resist. I looked away, so I wouldn't mess this up. "Yeah, he just asked for a small family gathering, and I guess I got the luck of the draw or something. Gerard and I are leaving later today for Bellevile," I said, my hand resting on the back of my neck as I tried not to meet his gaze. I heard a disappointed sound come from Ray as soon as I finished. "Fine then. Tell your folks that I say hi! Oh wait, we should give them our family picture! You know, the one with us and Sammy! Lemme go find a copy!" Ray got up from his spot on the couch and took off to our s

Bird watching Vrs Frank watching. ~~ It's such an ugly day. Some writers, artists, and annoying optimists will tell you, "There's no such thing as an ugly day". As a writer myself, I know I could replace the word 'ugly' with something more....pleasant sounding. Something like 'dreary' or 'gloomy' would certainly look better. I definitely would have used one of those instead in one of my corny romance novels. But besides being a writer, I'm also a realist. I'm a realist and today is a very ugly day. Currently and like most winter mornings in Wisconsin, there is a very chilling draft going through my house. It's an old farmhouse that I moved