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Went to a meeting at church. Wore my new hair. It's long, like my real hair, but the top part is just a net, so it's cooler. you have to wear a hat with it, of course, so u don't look like Gallagher.
ran errands, picked up DD2, came home and made cookies. i made slice and bake and then put frosting between them with licorice strands for legs to make a cookie caterpillar. looked much better in the cookbook.
went to dinner with my friend Debbie and her kids for her birthday, as her husband was out of town, and how depressing would it be to celebrate your birthday alone? we ate at a fish restaurant, where DD2 insisted on having a corn dog.
went to dd2's graduation. dropped off the cookies first. cookie caterpillar falling apart by this time. graduation went surprisingly fast. i let DD1 video it, (after much begging on her part), so hopefully she remembered to turn the "record" button on. everyone said they liked the new hair.
came home, supervised the girls' bath, and then we watched American Idol on tape. I was so tired, i fell asleep in the middle. DD2 fell asleep beside me. i woke up around 4:30

oh! dd2 got accepted into the private school we applied to -- Cypress Christian School. The public schools around here have "open-concept" classrooms, which means that at least two classes share one room, with filing cabinets or bookcases to separate them. At Adam, the public school she would have attended, the 1st graders are all in one big room -- like six classes, and the second graders are in the hallway. And DD2 is easily distracted. Her teacher this year told us flat out that open concept would kill her, so we prayed about it, and felt led to apply to Cypress Christian, which I have heard lots of good things about. It's been around for 30 years, and is only 3 miles away from our house. so yay!
still have a sore throat, still fighting my post-chemo cold. our kleenex supply -- between my cold and DH's allergies -- vastly depleted. fingernails still hanging on. chemo brain still there. i went to the bank the other day. had a check i needed to deposit. got to the bank, couldn't find the check. looked in my purse, under my purse, on the floor of the van, behind my seat. finally just made a withdrawal and left, figuring i'd left it at home. did i look in the plastic bin on the passenger seat beside me? no. that would have made SENSE.