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Fancy smart cars don’t impress me.

I’m following the book characters who picked a word to define their year.

I call it P.T. for “pain time.”

These words send such chills up my spine that I want to run and hide.

My mom used to be there to listen — and laugh at me.

Now that the kids are older, I find it’s easier.

Where are the Lite Brites and Snoopy Sno-Cone Makers of our youth?

It will take ice packs and ibuprofen to get me back to Zumba.

They’re much different when you’re a military brat.

Could you eat it every day?

I have several on my list for next year.

Yes, I’ll take your overpriced candy bars and your spatulas!

My kids don’t need me (as much) anymore. And I don’t like it.

Give thanks to the soldiers by inviting them over for turkey dinner.

Or without it. I never wear mine. Neither does my hubby.

That’s the question.

Are the guys flirting with me to be nice? Or do I still have it?

The role means relearning algebra and sometimes being uncool.

Military housing can be less than nice. But it’s not all bad.

My new purse cost $19. And that was a lot for me!