Oh yeah selling beads is so romantic. Long waits at the post office. Counting beads until numbers float in my head while I sleep. LOLAm I complaining? Nope it is a labor of love, an addiction, a being that takes over and demands its way. It's all good I say.
Now my daughters are they complaining? Heck yeah. Look at the pain and anquish on their faces while they wait in the car at the post office. They don't even bother to come in anymore.
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