Sahm I Am - By Meredith Efken Page 0,15
ROSALYN SAW THE LIGHT OF DAY!
Now I need to go get dressed and fix lunch. It’s been a very productive morning.
Z
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From:
Brenna L.
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
Okay, you win…
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…but it does help that you live in the Eastern time zone. :)
Brenna
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From:
The Millards
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
Re: Okay, you win…
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Not so fast, Z. Where’s Tristan in all this? Doesn’t he get the day off?
Jocelyn
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From:
Zelia Muzuwa
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
Re: Okay, you win…
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I’ll confess—he was helping me with a lot of that this morning. But he also took the car in for an oil change and alphabetized our home library. He likes doing stuff like that.
Z
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From:
The Millards
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
Re: Okay, you win…
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Then I say Brenna won anyway, because I’ll bet NOBODY at their house is getting a day off—are they, Bren?
Jocelyn
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From:
Zelia Muzuwa
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
Re: Okay, you win…
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No fair—you’re pulling out the “pity the hardworking farmer” card on me! I can’t help it if my husband is a CPA. And a drop-dead gorgeous one, at that…
Z
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From:
Brenna L.
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
Re: Okay, you win…
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Thanks, Jocelyn! Z, we’ll pity you during tax season—that’s our slow time on the farm anyway. Now do you feel better? Brenna
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From:
Zelia Muzuwa
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
It will have to do…
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…but come January, I expect LOTS of sympathy!
Z
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From:
Brenna L.
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
Phyllis
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Hey gals,
Would it be okay for me to invite Phyllis to chat with us tonight? You know—she’s the pastor’s wife that likes Z’s Shakespeare quotes? We’ve been e-mailing off and on all day today—it started because I wrote to tell her I could relate to her story about getting pregnant before marriage. And I was upset with Rosalyn’s reaction to it. But Phyllis is really sweet, and she seems lonely. She told me she doesn’t really fit in with any of the women in her church. They treat her differently because she’s the pastor’s wife. Plus, she’s only 27 and everyone else is decades older. Dulcie, you’d be able to relate to her because her husband is always busy. And Z, you have the Shakespeare connection. I don’t know about Jocelyn yet, but I’m sure you could find some common ground, too. Don’t you have room for one more?
Hope I’m not stepping on any toes…
Brenna
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From:
The Millards
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
Re: Phyllis
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Of course you can invite Phyllis! It’s not like this is some secret club or anything. We’d love to have her.
I actually won’t be there tonight—we have a soccer game for Tyler, and Cassia was invited to a cookout with a little friend from the kindergarten Sunday school class. Then we get to take all four kids to Denver for an overnight with Shane’s parents, because Shane took a vacation day tomorrow. So tonight, it’s just me and my sweetie…no cyber-friends allowed! :)
Jocelyn
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From:
Zelia Muzuwa
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
Re: Phyllis
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Whoa, Jocelyn, sounds exciting! I’m jealous—wish Tristan and I got a little more alone time.
As for Phyllis—sure, Brenna, bring her along. I was wanting to get to know her anyway. Don’t think Dulcie would mind, either. Speaking of Dulcie, I wonder what she’s up to today?
Z
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From:
Dulcie Huckleberry
To:
SAHM I Am
Subject:
Dulcie’s Apple Story
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Funny that Rosalyn should mention apples…
We went to my parents’ house today for a cookout—my brother Kevin was there with his family (my other brother Scott and his wife live in Connecticut), and Marianne and Brandon came along, too, with Helene, since all their family lives too far away to come for a three-day weekend. My parents live on a small acreage on the outskirts of Omaha, and in their backyard are three dwarf apple trees.
Kevin was playing catch with his two younger kids (Emma, 8, and Treyton, 6). His oldest, Abigail, thinks it’s beneath her dignity as an 11-year-old, so she sat on a blanket watching the twins for me. Instead of a ball, Kevin was using apples, which are still small and a tad green here—hard enough to make great baseballs.
Of course, McKenzie wanted to play, too! But Treyton thought a 3-year-old, and a girl to boot, would ruin the game. However, Uncle Kevin is a sucker for his oldest niece, and said she could play. That miffed his son, and I could see that the game of catch was going to disintegrate in about ten seconds. So I