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Our Boy Scout meeting was going very well, so I left early. Sometimes I feel like I'm there mostly for guidance. They didn't need any guidance tonight. :-)

I spoke with my sister for a little bit tonight. She said that on Sunday Nikki fell down the stairs. Andrea was in the next room when she heard Nikki’s little box of toys fall on the stairs. Then she heard a thump. She ran around there, and caught her just before she reached the floor (and the radiator). She picked her up and ran into the other room and put her on the couch. Andrea said she (herself) was really scared and crying. Nikki was crying a bit too, but that was because she wanted her shoe. So she took her back to the stairs to retrieve it, but she was still crying., Nikki told her to stop crying, and then started crying again too.

One of the stories our family loves to tell is about when Andrea was little and fall down the basement stairs at grandma's - Dad almost passed her on the stairs to catch her.

So now I'll muck around online for a little bit, and try to take care of some business, and hopefully get offline early and get some real work done, and get to bed at a decent hour.

I don't know if that was some inside joke, or what, but I laughed out loud.

(Okay, this entry is now an inside joke. "So what?" I ask you.)